Az' Versifier Poems

My mind, my soul are accepting,
The unheard, unknown, and virtual thing,
But my heart is unwilling to accept,
Your real unreality and defuncted sting.
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Not a traveler but traveling,
Behind the unknown and virtual thing,
One way fog and night in other way,
Crying for the help for a bright wing.
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Standing alone in a crowdy mob,
Near to my breathe or hearten rob',
Feelings afflicted by affection of affix,
Hapless hankering through a sob.
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World is full of light,
Brightening faces of attraction,
But behind mirror, there is a kite,
Whose thread lies tight.
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Not I want a thing to care,
Not I want a thing to share.
Be left bereft my luck to me,
Be left, theft my heart to me.
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Tell me the shoulder, tell me the resort,
On which I can keep my head and bard,
All my grief, the white or the darked,
Without opening my mouth, soul, and hard.
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Afar came I, out of the world,
Tears where rewarded and breaking heart,
I kept alone those who alone me kept,
I waived those who hath me left.
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Oh! My fairy come to me in alone moon.
I will hold you and maketh lie you soon,
Then hold behold your heavenly eyes,
And hug you till the afternoon.
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Far forth came after traveling beyond,
The dark pain of the heart,
That was of the willing love fond,
Under which many castles mirth.
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Deep in my heart there is something,
Which often makes me realize,
Little exciting and little disturbing,
Which often waters my eyes,
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