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Degradation

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

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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

Poetry

#Apocalypse

Apocalypse SheAt the zenithOf her ruinSittingWatchingThe world outBackwardly ahead                         movingWearing                                     the          guiseOf maintenanceOf strength                  of                                        con sis ten cy Cra z'ness air teasesthe mass                                 The mob                                                             The ruinAgiles in the fall melodyOut of tuneThe funeral ceremonyOn the airAround the clockShebreathes inThe void and spits itOutWithin she and itVividly on the moveOut of breathWhile She the… Continue reading #Apocalypse

Poetry

#poetry #poems #revolutionary #writing #write

Revolutionist Ardent his eyesFire of poverty and injusticeBurn his stateEagers to changeWith his words the thoughtsWith his thoughts the worldIn which the brisk naughtThe antiworldYet his folk are busyIn chase of breadNo time to breatheNo time to dreamNo time to mindTheir misery, their stateYet His fire is too idealToo old... too lateTo awake the deadIn… Continue reading #poetry #poems #revolutionary #writing #write

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#poetry #poets #Iamwriting #write #writing #villanelle

Do Not Write All Your Mis'ries In Black Ink Do not write all your mis'ries in black ink,Dark past must be buried its vivid corpse;Fight your inner night and rise your sun pink. When life despairs the youth, they oft misthinkAnd paint on dim canvas vehement mourns,Do not write all your mis'ries in black ink.… Continue reading #poetry #poets #Iamwriting #write #writing #villanelle