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Life in its penultimate shell
awaiting birth to ring the bell;
a pamphlet of pain is delivered
a tear from a radiant mother, fell.

Before the human core can palpitate
Before the passive pulse can vibrate
A pamphlet of pain reverberates
Before the pupil can close or dilate

Harp! Rest part of the plot is left
Birth is invariably followed by death

Hindu manuscripts braves and rolls,
when Yama (the God of dead souls)
conscientiously writes black notes
insignificant stand your and my votes;
a pamphlet of pain is received by flood
far and near connected by blood
freeing from the worldly cloud
dawns a prolong peace of shroud.

The reason you bore me
The reason you bore me
and nurtured for months nine
all through, nobody could see
but the love for me shine.
Each moment a queer smile known
flashed on my dark face unseen
each move I made inside you was sown
I know it brought on your face sheen.
Standing as my only angel unwavering
pain all was for you easy to bear.
For you knew your genes replicating
your warmth and beauty with world to share.

to be someones hero is the greatest honour you can give
its both a challenge to accomplish and a gift
a person not only kind at heart but respective
is the highest medal which anyone can uplift.

to this on this day of honour and respect
let me be your hero on this day
for every moment we reflect
how you made each moment better than today

your special to me and no day should prove what i feel
to have a wonderful mother to share every hour with
even when i cant deal i know you will always feel
and with this no moment in time will change that gift.

Im proud to be part of your life
the compassion we share the stories we compare
you make me feel alive and taught me to believe
and with you its like walking on air

one day in a life time every year to explain how i feel
you deserve appreciation everyday every minute
let me be your hero and ill put everything i feel
and you'll never have an unfruitful day

Happy Mothers Day Mom.

In The Comfort Of My Dreams

I close my eyes in the comfort of my dreams;
Reconstructing its land, pierced by a stream.
The sky I paint with whites and blue;
Birds soaring high, through and through.

The plushest of grass and tallest of trees;
Decorate the land as far as can see.
Flowers now created to fullest of bloom;
They scent the air with their perfume.

A mountain now, in the far distance;
Snow cap tops, now in existence.
The sun to shine with its warm rays;
Lasting forever throughout the days.

A gentle breeze crosses the land;
All plant life swaying by its hand.
A comfort to know I still can imagine;
But missing something, something called passion.

So now I stand here in the comfort of my dreams;
Watching the picture coming apart at the seams.
And try as I might I find I can't hold it;
The cost is too great to simply ignore it.

Shut my eyes harder, clearing my mind;
Searching for answers, but it's you that I find.
The mountains in the distance begin to crumble;
My beautiful wife now causes me to stumble.

Back turned to me, she walks away;
Grass and trees no longer sway.
Whites and blue turn to gray;
For the voices have woken and they say.

'Pain is your calling, she's yours no more;
Your dreams are fading and shall never soar.'
'The climate of your dream has been destroyed;
Replaced by its wake is this endless void.'

To dream again is my one passion;
But with you on my mind everything goes ashen.
I know that your future holds me no more;
And to move on without you tears at my core.

I know that our fights, our children do hate;
Affected them so, as of late.
Now it seems the end is closing in soon;
I feel trapped, alone, as if marooned.

Truth be told, it is you that I seek;
Dreams an escape now, I've become so weak.
For reality now, has become my nightmare;
And my dreams now, holds all that I dare.

For here in my climate of dreams;
You hold me for all time, has become the theme.
For this is the place that I remember when;
Laughter and love was hand in hand.

So here in the climate of my dreams;
The fabric of time has no seams.
Together we stand ever so close;
And to make it last time even slows.

My heart you have captured, to the end of time;
But reality breaks through and this is a crime.
For without you I stand and my dreams fall apart;
Never knowing my course or where to start.

So I close my eyes in the comfort of my dreams;
Reconstructing its land, pierced by a stream.
The sky I paint with whites and blue;
You by my side, through and through...

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Relevance is a word I'll use
It's meaning is so much more
It's something I find within myself
God's gift to who I can be

I can not begin to comprehend
Why someone like Hin would see
The insignifant me that I am
In all but His unconditional love

It's doesn't matter about my past
The forgiveness is beyond degree
His mercy and grace is all I need
Due to the importance He put me in

Faster Than A Second

I seek to break things down
Don't even know what it was for
I seek to steal your crown
Don't even know who sits in the throne

Then I saw a light came from above
It closed my eyes and I faced me in the dark

I bow down on the lies
Play money all nights
With my uncertain hands I believe
Like there's no one mighty to save

Then I saw a light came from above
It closed my eyes and I faced me in the dark

You snatch the wrong things I have done
Own the identity I have become
Faster than a second
You take my darkness and give me light
Forever live in my life
Faster than a second

Weaving golden memories,
in the spindle of my mind;
Adrift upon a silken breeze,
of patchwork so designed.

I lose my thread of errant thought;
with every stitch I drop;
And find the memory I sought,
till panic slows to stop.

Busy at my memory loom,
I weave myself some laughter;
As an intricate costume,
for a happily ever after.

I start to smile in reverie,
at life's quirky little riches;
Chuckling soft inside of me,
I find myself in stitches.

Tangled in the silken skeins,
I pause and use my skill;
To break free from the chains,
To stop myself unravel.

A tranquil tapestry arises,
it comes from who knows whence;
Cross stitch scolds, chastises,
Blanket stitch, a reminiscence.

Embroidery at this juncture,
in everything I do;
Is a parrallel acupuncture,
of an applique of you.

The Beast

This wretched plague that is up on you,
Lays its yellow eyes upon you,
The willing creature that slowly hunts you,
Calls the fear that is inside you,
Under the blanket of the jungle,
Confines you both forever together, now
Forever fighting, forever thinking of the one,
The one you yearn for, the one you burn for,
The one you call for more and more
The one you call your paramour.

Fear someday the beast will falter,
Best the unbeatable beast of burden,
Give all yourself, the pieces all of them,
Doubtlessly these things you given,
Unthinkable these thing have happened
This is not the one,
Your confidante, the one you love,

The hole inside you grows yet deeper
With every inch the beast does creep,
Creep towards your steeping soul,
Pain inside the deep hole grows,
You scream a silent scream,
But no sound shall pierce your lips

‘Oh god please release me’

From my current tribulations,
From my current situations,
Into the arms of my lover,

Inamorata, inamorata!

You wish to be forever there,
Forever more,
Forever with your paramour.

A male vistor with the features of a man but different eyes
grabs my mind and consumes it with every word which posions my mind
a good person but hiding in the shadow is his disguise,
when cutting myself is the only thing he assigned

take the blade in your hand and slowly drag it down your arm
watch yourself bleed till your arm starts to burn like the fire
till suddenly you feel the connection and disarm
the pain in my arm and head shot up like a wire

no tears fell from my eyes no sorrow made me cry
the emotions i feel are nothing more than what they tell me
emptiness deadness and blank grey sky
cause the feeling is dead as they watch you bleed.

The voices in your head send me falling to the ground
the stares burn darkness into my soul and i cant be found
the moments the bring me down cause endless pain
the endless roller coaster i can never get off and will never gain

the waves crash on me the sun burns me down
but i still go out and touch the waves
the amount od trying keeps you going keeping you safe and sound
but ends up keeping me hurt lost in the darkest caves.

the person out there they all believe in where is he for me
why the moments i need it the most you are never there
the feelings of belief stops coming when prayers are never seen
sometimes i stop fighting just cause i feel scared.