Zak Raz

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What you call love,
Is an insignificant mockery,
of what it really is,
...

A desire,
To be approved, to be recognized,
to be held for, in a place
that brings joy to those,
...

Time to meditate,
a place to resuscitate,
deep within this emptiness
the screaming silence that emanates,
...

I come knowing, knowing my fate rebound,
Wondering aloud, as I carry these boulders
these boulders that are weighing me down
I feel them creaking, tearing in me
...

The color of the deep blue the eagle does not know,
The heat of the rising sun, the fish cannot fathom,
For the fish, water is life, its abode a beautiful
mystery, it’s vastness a silent elegy and its depth
...

I think I know now,
My aversion and confusion,
My incomplete answers and fragments,
To this question I keep asking myself,
...

what madness have i inherited. not from kin, nor from friends,

not from society, nor from the jinn,
...

Do you think you see, with eyes up ahead,

Me or the reflection of me, in the mirror inside your heart,
...

Tread on the withered roads of life
Heaps of love and self sacrifice
Look around so you may meet
The Stranger in White
...

What fools these mortals be?
Empty shells of misery,
They love and hate, cry and weep,
yet every feeling left incomplete
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The Best Poem Of Zak Raz

What You Call Love..

What you call love,
Is an insignificant mockery,
of what it really is,

Walking, ignorant and self assured,
each passing moment of your life,
perceiving what you think you know,
about love

No, what you call love
is not love at all,
what you call love,
is nothing.

If I could but try to explain,
to say, that love is;
an indescribable perfection,
the absolute mercy and
infinite affection,
that would shatter mountains into dust,
burst open the guts inside your body,
desiccate every single drop in the ocean,
Melt even the most strongest of metal,
would not equal to an iota,
of what love really is

but what you call love,
no, that is not love,
a grain of knowing what love really is,
would drain the blood from your heart,
as every color of your life becomes painted,
with a madness,

A Madness that no one else can see
that leaves you wandering,
in tears and laughter,
in dreams of not being,
not belonging,
not living,
of nothingness,
and contemplation,
about why and how,
could you be worthy,
of such true love.

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