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– My big thank to Kamelkaka for the image –
This poem is a continuation of the earlier poems.
Visitors who have not read “was not for me“, I suggested to read it first
before reading this one.
HAPPY READING!
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that dark blinded me…. blacken my view
but
unable to withstand the vibrations that felt
which run this hand to a piece of paper
to write
this poem
it is not a delusion
written with feeling
as if there was no tomorrow
I swing the pen
follow the rhythm of soul
braid in beautiful words
which lull the heart
to whom this poem will be delivered?
“it’s up to the wind!”
whose reading this poem?
“you!”
and me…..?
will stay here….
awaiting
for the next vibrations to come
might be later or tomorrow
don’t know when
but there would be
another poem to be written
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– mei –
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I’m dancing in the dark
in a limited time
to help
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I’m dancing in the dark
with a little light
to illuminate
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I’m dancing in the dark
burned to died
for you
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if you are an idea
I will kiss you
if you are imagination
I will hug you
if you are words
I will fondle you
but you are just reverie
passed in instant
dragging my words along
left me staring at a blank paper
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– mei –
when you laugh
I also laugh
but I have no voices
when you cry
I want to hug you
but I was unable
it made me disappointed to myself
sometimes I looks vague
and sometimes so clearly
perhaps that’s the reasons of my presence remained on ignore
I was thinking that you were me
since the words that spoken was heard
and I do every thing you do
but you never ever care about me
whereas you cried so sadly
for those that be unfaithful
for those that hurts you so bad
for those that leave you
while me …
which always be with you
was never be seen…. moreover appreciated
I know, I sometimes seen vague or clearly
and have nothing to give… besides faithful
but I will always be with you
I will never harm you
just following in silent
it was my destiny
which must be accepted
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– mei –
o love….
don’t let this heart seeking
dropped your petals on this heart
let the fragrance spreads out
to fill this empty soul with passion
come love…, please come
I’m tired of making out with blue
dwell in the solitude of a slowly decaying
let togetherness filled this vulnerable inner
with caring and compassion
o love…., live in me
reached out your strong sense
guide me through the darkness
let me stepped surely on the bridge of life
and fill your greatness in my days
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– mei –
last night
I lay on the grass
and I remembered you
and thinking how the world was old
I am here and you were there
separated by distance
but
we all were living for love
as I was part of you, and you were all of me
all those beautiful words and memories
as the day’s page….. will passed
but it will stay in my remembrance
Happy Thanksgiving
my friends
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– mei –
they are dirty
they stink
they beg
they are poor
they are not confident
whether they were sinned
to be left behind
no…!
they just lost
in the battle of life
whether they were sinned
indeed they are poor
but…, perhaps rich in heart
their clean
they are fragrance
their generous
they are rich
they are so confident
whether they were sacred
to be in priority
no…!
they just win
in the battle of life
whether they were not sinned
indeed they are rich
but…, perhaps poor in heart
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– mei –
the flavor of love
cradles the beauties
luring the pleasures
no reasons to be rejected
at the other side
disappointment shadowing
hopes shrouded by uncertainty
no signs of pain
no pictured of sadness
when love game begins
eyes were blind…, ears were deaf
vinegar tasted like wine
unwittingly shadowed by bitterness
her destiny was to be touched by the fingers of love
and created to sipped the wine of love
that always sweet at first
might be bitter at the end
she
that intoxicated by the poison of feeling
trapped in her love destiny
she
could become a hopeless drifter
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– mei –
sir
play me a song
then I will dance for you
sir
why you are so silent
is something bothering
tell me
I might could help
tell me……
if you’re sad…., then I will make you happy
if you’re lonely …., then I will be by your side
if there is something to say…., I will be a good listener
and
he looked at me in doubt
said “I miss her”
o sir
tell the wind
it will blow your longing to her
then
I run to the edge of the sky
while tears falling heavy as rain
the longing was not for me
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– mei –
Perhaps we need to have
Our heads bent to the ground
For a sense of connection
Maintaining a care, for each other
Alive and dying
– Mei Rozavian Wenyi*
Living the moral life matters
Where even dissent is conviction
The older we get
The more temporary things look
And yet the insistence
In those conjunctions;
Myth, fantasy or truth
They confound us, to be honest
Though we can speak of love
With heady proportions of trust
We are too small to measure
Ourselves against suffering
Ravaged by time we go on,
Outstretched to what we might do
Hence our search for meaning;
Out gaining everything
Except pain and loss
Perhaps we need to have
Our heads bent to the ground
For a sense of connection
Maintaining a care, for each other
Alive and dying
That grieves us and saves us
Grieves us and saves us
Saves…
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You created the bridge of love over the river of life
and letting me wade alone….,
without guidance
then
You let the love’s bias slaps the vulnerable faith
to remind me before being immersed
in perverse
O Allah… O Rabbi
let Your love’s biases hitting me
again…and again
so as not be further
dissolved in contemptible
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– mei –
there is a place that I love to hear its name
known as a wonderful place
and they called it
heaven
and
there is also a place that I often hear its name
known as the hottest place
as they called it
hell
I pondered and ask my self where should I go
whether heaven or hell
I really don’t know
so I think
better to begin counting my sins
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– mei –
still the light ripples;
I love you,
place none above you
I built you an alter
with the god of happiness
a buddha,
a glass dolphin
a book of celtic prayers
golden words that caused such hope
everlasting
And oft I think I see you
on the pier
by the seaside
or out to sea
over in the mizen
or up on the hill
where we made our heather bed,
under willows by the brook
my search continues
for the key to your world
feels vanquished
while the dragon is hiding the moon
still the light ripples;
I love you,
place none above you
I love you,
place none above you
when I get a bunch of red roses at my door
without name…., no messages
this feeling says…. it’s you
but I am not so sure
m e i r o 