Marvin Brato Sr Poems

A fate...

Is like
a narrow trail
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My life has become a pendulum
always swings to opposite directions
running inspired yet feels desperate
void space I try to fill with substance
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A disciple...


Is a follower
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A coward...

Is someone
whose fear
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Memories are wonders of living,
often it make us reflect our being.
slumber brings forth mind recall,
to where dream captures us all.
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Sensing with his third eye,
waiting to launch an ambush.
indulge the thoughts of the prey,
now this devilish creature is ready.
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Human as I am
uniquely masked man
mine is filled with iniquities
a lover enthralled by beauties
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God is a delusion?
oftentimes is ask by fools,
devoid of faith and wisdom!
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Being born alive marks for beauty itself
every pair of eyes that blinks when amaze
a set of ears that is tuned to sweet lullaby
unique hands and feet that hold balance
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My little girl is now a pretty gal
Almost eighteen and stands regal
Right time will come my dear
In the future you have to bear
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