In Your Eyes.

In the young eyes of young Nour

A faded glow of a million suns

Escapes in the fades of couples and ones

And a hint of the moon, she extends a smile

For the hinting breeze omitting in occasion for one a while

And some moon; which glows

Upon subtle a light, I remain and all goes

Hunted by the howling cry of the lute

Suffocating the earthly smell of fresh fruit

Causeless we feed a song or hunger

And the moon merely reflects what is stronger

Dear God of Moon; Dear God of Sun

Why have I become and what have I done?

Arrogance search for a self

And so I define and delve

Reject, seek, object, seek

Deny which world could ever be at all weak

See, my age long before my years

I can see bitter cheers

My ego empty, of veil

However does not indulge in praise but cries a silent long wail

And so the lost escapes the it

Nodding in smiles and pretend wit

Collapsing strong on God's ground

Paralyzed the air by the adhan's might, and its sound

I escape me, to find in young Nour's solemn eyes

The only single truth, that with every life, all dies

Countries are none, people are none, all are none

Without the God is one!..

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I love her, but she loves another guy.

I won't get into to much detail but I love a girl, the problem is she loves this other guy. What should I do?

The back story of this problem..^^
I know I love her, or you could say I care a lot for her. I wake up every morning finding new ways to make her smile, and ways to tell her how much I care. Everyone thing was going great 7 months ago, I would hang out with her, we were friends but I knew she was special. I was nervous I didn't know how to tell her my feelings. Then it turned to tell when my ex-"FRIEND" decided to like her after his last crush rejected him. He was smarter, better looking, and older than me...I didn't have a lot to offer her besides my humor..(haha how come the fat and nerdy kid is always funny, well God gave me something) but anyways he was more touchy with her, and they started seeing each other...One night I finally told her how I felt, I opened my soul to her...but I had failed. Now they are crazy for each other, they talk about marriage...I hurt every time I see them together, not because I lost but because I know I was born to love her and make her life better, and she won't acknowledge my feelings for her. I have cried a time or to thinking about it. I feel like the other guy doesn't know what love is, he is just attached to her because he lost his virginity to her, and is his first real girlfriend...nothing I have done has worked. I know I am not the bad guy, so what do I do? 

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No Matter~

No matter how submissive the night is,
I will originate a succession
of a hundred tones, that all begin with
your melody.

No matter how long my limbs have sat
upon hard, scorching seats,
I will not sprawl flat 'cross my bed
until
I have thought and thought
all I can for you...

Because you have not yet been
captured, in anything but the
greys of memory-
and I will spend the night reflecting
on the person I've come to know,

and the one I wish to combine
days we ran through
secret meadows for us,
on black and white keys
with sunflower's disposition
that speak something of the
new unknown,

No matter how humanly plain
I may seem to you, I will draft
you sand-prints, notes
about to be swimming in ink
as French meters train
and long, prose-like words make
your eyes

indecipherable.

No matter how late the night is,
I won't let it end without the music
of you.

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Tonight, I Will Sleep Outside

I never planned
on returning home that night.

I was driving past myself,
past time that grew foggy
in the rear view mirror.

I couldn't figure out
how many miles were left behind,
how many turns were wronged,
how many dreams were flitted,
how many bottles were opened.

Yet I could tell,
by the way fear unbuttoned his chest
in the passenger seat,
puffed up his cigarette,
then rolled down the window,
that my heart was still there;

I probably left it home,
tucked in bed, trembling

in regret.

I wish I found my way home that night.

To the front door,
Ma glued a paper that said,
you missed your curfew -
sleep outside.

Tonight, mother,
I will sleep outside -

a flat tire cast among road wrecks,
a ghost crossing dead ends.

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Circadian

Before the dawn, I always wake up to find

last night's dreams sleeping beneath my pillow.

Lights flicker on outside my window

and I just know I'm meant to be alone.

Each morning, I stir my cup of coffee,

diluting it with a cube of sugar.

I don't know why, but it's become routine.

Everywhere I look, I see nothing but love;

unless it is the mirror I look into.

Everytime I breathe, my lungs drown in bleakness;

unless it is the ocean I confess to.

Time slips quietly out the back door -

like an unfaithful husband leaving me,

as I hide behind heavy eyelids tonight.

Into the cold embrace of a star-less night,

I surrender; wishing for change to come

or perhaps, just a distant light to wish upon.

I don't understand why, but it's become routine.

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Parched

The sun's rays are panting
like dry tongues,
and I've become nothing more than cracked clay
salivating for the humidity
of warm hands to mold me
in the shape of a big-bellied pond

I want to drink love like water,
slosh it about in the belly of my soul,
feel its roots sprout
and cling to the muddy soil
like newborn fingers
that have found a mother to hold

I want to swallow
and be swallowed
quite suddenly, simultaneously
as if sweaty palms and parted lips
were enough to quench
even the thirstiest of tongues

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Crabs

It was a decade ago at the bay of youth.

We ventured to salty waters on stony shores
and caught red crabs in knobby finger-bones,
chilled by wet winds that blew (how they blew)
in the dead of winter - in the staleness
of an old year.

We rubbed clear snot from chaffed, pink noses,
and blew puffs of heat into cupped hands
on white cheekbones.
We looked at each other and giggled,
sharing a half-caught moment of exhilaration.
I loved you then. I loved you,
decidedly, my friend.

But you laughed at me impetuously like you always do,
and I knew (in a lie or a whisper)
it was jealousy that would ruin us.

We drew up blue jeans and waded deeper, deeper,
sinking in selfish ignorance,
pulled by sucking mud and waning neap tides.
Our buckets were filled with miserable red pincers
and cracking shells,
staying alive to suffer ten more minutes.
We spilled their death into baskets of beach bicycles
and clattering bells - soft, hairy legs pumping
ferociously down the broken alley roads.
Our pedal brakes did not work.

When I fell, you spoke something that stung
like you always did,
but try as I might to swallow it down, the lack of
backbone in your callousness sickened me.
It stuck in my throat like a bee sting.

Your uncle waited for us in the kitchen, water boiling.
Your aunt ballroom danced in the lounge, drunk on
antihistamines and memories.
We fed on fresh crab that night, slurping
meaty flesh from softened shells, cackling
with ancient savagery, wild eyes
dancing in candlelight or drowning in wine.
I loved you then, decidedly;
I loved you as my dearest friend,
but also as my nemesis.

It was a decade later that your jealousy came to a
staggering boil, blubbering over the top of
the pot. Finally, I thought I heard the crabs scream,
but it was not your uncle's doing.
It was always you. You.
You.

When I needed you to curb your sullenness
and remember my love for you,
you failed wholly and regretfully.
You failed me and you knew.
Now I'll cut you out like a poisoned claw,
and I'll burn you until you're cooked through,
and I'll walk away alone.

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Fukushima 2011

As crimson blisters melt
my leaking umbrella
and toxic rain finds me
I read a sign...

HALF PRICE RAINCOATS

but...

The labels says
(Made in Chernobyl)

and the shop is empty.

While across the street
the bakery has run out of flour
yet, people form a queue

and...

the old man they call Kenbosho
chokes on '45 memories.

@Hellon 17th July 2012

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SUNGSAH: Dictionary for email address ( အဘိဓာန္အတြက္ အီးေမးလ္လိပ္စာ)

SUNGSAH: Dictionary for email address ( အဘိဓာန္အတြက္ အီးေမးလ္လိပ္စာ)

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Suicide Bridge

My father praised me relentlessly
from my birth; he would often say
that it is I - of all his sons - would
bring him glory, and that it is I,
who would reign over his enemies.
He would speak greatly of me; from
dusk till dawn to anyone within an
earshot. Many were amazed by my
stature and prestige - as if I was
born into royalty.

But I pondered of my father on many
nights; I have never spoken to him much,
and always addressed him by a formal 'sir',
hesitating to look in his fierce eyes. I cannot
recall any arbitrary conversations or a genuine
laughter shared by a father and son - he never
took the time to learn what my interests are.

I watched my father stumble about drunk off
euphoria, as the horsemen of the chariot
of time signaled to his entourage and horse
that it was time to move on. My father in his
drunken state would ramble of his single most
greatest accomplishment - me, for I was a "sight
to marvel at, the epitome of human ingenuity
and persistence, his greatest legacy that would
remain immortal in the hearts of all men."

- but it was when I reached adulthood,
that I began to have nightmares of my
troubled past -

From that queer day in the midst of April
when I was born till this very moment - I
have safeguarded a secret that no one
knows about. I have never uttered a word
to a single soul - in my fear of my father,
as he would tremble in utter disgust and
disappointment. I must confess that I am
a grim reaper - for I witnessed silently in
shock, the desperate pleas of people to
provide them with a route of this cruel
forsaken world. I'm ashamed to say that
I willingly helped them with the faint
markings of a smile - as I plunged their
souls into an ocean of misery.

I would often chuckle at the
sight of the ocean being stained
with their blood - it was then I
knew that I am disturbed.

-----
I still remember the day when
my mother told me that I was
a bastard child - for I have many
men that claim me as their son.



Written for a club contest.
(A poem about the history of the Golden Gate Bridge

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In Hiding

We talk in whispers,
your voice a highway to my curves and
I find your hands to be an unspoken grace,
fingerprints designed with time bombs and missions
that rock like lily pads on an unsettled lake.

I've been considering my body a wetland lately,
there's a crocodile hunger in my bite and I'm always
craving for your love, but while my body breathes
a bed of milkweed I find poison in your touch
and our tongues double Dutch like we've
been speaking through laughs of subtlety -

too scared to be honest but it's your secrets
that flood my body with a flame and those
same secrets that create an atlas of ice.

I'm not sure why we've been hiding - always
have been dangling toes across maps of time
and I've been exploring a body no longer mine
that brought us to the brink of destruction while
we often ponder what could have ever happened
to the moonlight in the sky - it's been shaded
by the clouds for far too long now.

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Love is color Blind

Love is color Blind

It don't matter if you're black white or yellow, if you're brown or red let's get down to thatlove is color-blind

Verse 1:I remember whrenI was a child and couldn't understandpeople having fun discriminating all the different onesmama just used to say when you grow up you'll maybe find a wayto make these people see that everything I do comes back to me

Bridge:You gotta live your livewe're all the same, no one's to blamethey gotta live their livesjust play the game and let love reign

Chorous:It don't matter if you're blackwhite or yellow, if your brown or red let's get down to thatlove is color-blindyou're my brother, you're my friendall that matters in the very endis to understandlove is color-blind

TQ:I remeber as a young boy I watched my neighbourhood go up in flames I saw the whole thang thru tears of pain and a situation's rackin' my brain I wish I could fly away and never come back againwe need some lvoe y'all we need some real deal help from above y'all I mean the kids watchin'and I just can't see it stoppin', I don't understand I mean we all bleed the same blood, man!

Bridge: You gotta live your lifebetter than our fathers didlet's make some love, baby, have some kidsthey gotta live their livesand I don't care what color they are, or u are, or we areit's all love, baby!

C-Part:You have been my motheryou could have been my brotherwhat if you were my sisterif you were my father? you could have been my fellayou could habe been my teacherwhat if you were my friend?would be so nice to meet ya

Verse 2:take it out to the worldtell every boy and every little girlbe proud of yourselfcause you're as good as anybody elseput away your prejudiceopen your mind, don't need a stick to thistry to make this earth a better place without a racial curse

TQ: Yeah, it's time for some changes

May God bless youLove is color Blind - Sarah Connor.mp3AYake

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