Part1: Brand new world of pseudo bridges, Fall one after the other in deep abyss. The candle of peace burns itself to the utmost. Devils of this world in angels disguise. They divide the humanity; they build unseen blocks. They stretch their Hands though the Darkness, Trying to suffocate the lambs of the world. Mortal… Continue reading Degradation
Existentialist
E He believes For the sake of existence, he exists. Coming from nowhere To the vacuum existence, With no sense, no logic No wisdom behind; To exist… He develops in nothingness of existence Without meaning, no God. Bareness of the epistemology, No metaphysics intrinsically needed. From infancy to manhood, He grows up in life. … Continue reading Existentialist
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Darkness invades My heart and settles down Its out of sight Throne, and crowns Its illegitimate empire. Governs my brain Scatters my existence Paralyzes action and reaction.moans and groans fog Smogs the black box.Pain army comes Dragging cries Of my soul sights Horses of fears gallop Followed by reasonable shiver Knocking the warning bells Of… Continue reading #poetry
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He sits on the street corner His woolly dog is sleeping His friend Cane always with him In his hands an old flute Playing his misfortune.His eyelids fused together He hears the passers' footsteps and heartbeats, He hears the laughs, anger, and sights, He perceives people's cruelties and indifference. The outside world synopsizes poignant noises.His… Continue reading #poetry #write #poem
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Anti-Organique
Souvent J'assistais à ces moment magistralsQu'un esprit de la tour d'Ivoire tendre mains fanalesÀ des ailes rêveuses désirant la touche des cieuxÀ des yeux lumineux évitant les sombres feuxÀ des pas fourvoyés errant en solitaireÀ des mains creusant les grottes pour le souffle solaire Une voix satirique me résonne :"Hélas! pauvre âmecrue que ses fausses… Continue reading Anti-Organique
Road Taken (Loser)
Road taken(Loser) In life's battlefields, he's so vulnerableHead bows, heart trembles: "Ô! the miserable!"Between diverged roads stands the doubtfulTakes the most rutted road: "Ô! how thoughtful!"No caring eyes, no warm hands of wisdomTo uphold, forestall his fall in the bottomMeagre dust shrouds his fragile aching soulThe mob swallows the Newcomer the wholeOnce down, his Dreams… Continue reading Road Taken (Loser)
A Brand-New World
In a world of war and panicEverything is dreadful and tragicNothing anymore logicAll human rights suddenly vanishAs if by magicOur bodies grow giganticYet brain smallestOur status patheticWith worry, anger, griefWe become cynic, frantic…Illiteracy, poverty and abuse are chronicPoor and needy- next to nothingBut rich in vain rhetoricThat makes us more and more fanaticHinder our fall… Continue reading A Brand-New World
Utopia
Don-QuixoteRejoices gloryOf dead chivalryIdealism in materialistic worldInsanity. S.C.P.Biba© Copyright. All rights reserved
#Failure (2)
The mind loses wordsAll sense frostsIn times of needStrain exceedsNeither form nor coreFind their heedful shores Taken by the strain winds On Nowhere Lands RewindIn times of needBlank bricks breedWords play hide-and-sense Sense the void behind the fenceIn the blink of an eye All words of my ink dieS.C.P.B
Failure
Sweat unleashes drops Drenches the roses of hopeRed drips in the soil S.C.P.BIBA
I fall, I rise
Fore and aft of my eyesA moon landscape.Amidst ashes and blazes,Rubble chant my decay.I, from dark, oscillate to dark.Pied Piper flutes within each.Weave me into their grey zones,Allure me in their grey holes. And I fall, I fall, I fallTenaciously,Beyond the fifty shades,I try to put up with,I try to fathom whatremains of debris as… Continue reading I fall, I rise
So-called Poetry of Biba 
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