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The transparence that has been long hidden by the drama of the tongue. Its clarity bleached by an intentional ignorance. Now its revelation becomes a sleeping keg of gunpowder, ignited when unleashed by the fire of determination. The truth it is. A...

Lo and behold my eyes are blinded by rage, my soul is at war, the spears that connive and condone, with the night daggers, and my mist blinks at a horrible twilight, by the screaming moon, this I behold, with eyes that never saw   Wounded...

Upon this paper, I utter transparence, a clarity formed with so much meaning and it comes with a freshness, we do not need comprehension, neither do I , to speak this dialect that unfurls with so much understanding   It is a friend, never...

I had been stoned, my personality dehumanized why? because I found the only mirror that cannot be broken;   and like all fictions the world lives in I was put in a dry well, and in its belly I saw darkness and I understood their...

If you can close your eyes, and hear nature's rhythm, it would be just the both of us, holding hands in this thoughtless world   If you can wish upon every star, and make merry with the wind, there shall I be in your heart, I shall breathe...

Trust me, commit onto my presence, your fluorescence, and I shall never lose the view... of you   Atrocities, my blind my eyes, but my heart can never be blind, as my light sit before me, you, I shall never lose the view of eminence, my...

Now my eyes have seen the truth, my soul can rest from worthless wandering, and its roar for sleep shall be tamed, because my breathe travels towards fallacy, yet I live on by a name supernatural   and today, I shall be counted among the...

They said hearts couldn't run, but there it is, on the track of the stars, moving swiftly in full circumference   They said hearts couldn't light up, but here it is, in my chest, glittering like the bravery of lightning,   They said hearts...

At first I was the puppet from fairy tales, the pinnochio in the folk tales, but holding your hands, has given me the breathe of life   And if anyone has broken the curse of fallacy, I inhale bliss, because the spell from your wand of...

My, do I thirst for your lips, these days my being fades away, by memories of you, pictures of you, make me burn like an amber by the authority of oxygen   Now do I experience days, days parceled with oblivion oblivion ordained by perfect...