Achilles Mauko Poems

My beloved is mine and I am hers
She who is finer than imagination
She has ravished my heart with her eyes
Her eyes, like doves by the rivers of waters
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Yester night I had a morbid dream
Like a Sheikh In a forbidden harem
The messenger of death smiled at me
And in a rare case, bent at my face
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To you Esmil
The beauty in your smile
And the glow in your eye
As to when I look at them
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That woman I see in your dreams
Her hand is lifeless, everything she touches die
Her breathe, every plant withers, dry
She only dances to music made of a living cry
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Into my silent land I sleep
In your chaotic world,
I admire you breath

When you look down at the ants
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Nothing shall stand between a man and his mind
Not guns, not prisons, not men in uniforms
So Poppa, Musambati Shira, Ian and volkanoh
While you make friends with the bugs in the dungeon
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Upon this cliff, rests, Silence,
Series of dreams, broken
Deep the running river, sits
My very shadow, wounded
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Shattered flings, scissored down
Into sharp fragments of broken glass,
Feelings of betrayed, stabbed soul:
Bleeding flower, laughing flies,
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Prologue
The witty pages by the sword of the modern poet is fallen
The natural musings by the inks of a young poet left barren
Of these dog days, shall we not bid the whispering wind?
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I looked and I beheld birds hover,
Myriads of birds, flying around the pale in her face,
Some weeping, some gossiping,
Most singing the inhuman songs,
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