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You're hands are rough
Like a mountain Pitt
They surcomb to evolution
Must we not forget
The troubled times
Theve being around a lot
Mulucking through the dirt
On the old farm.plain

Tillaging through the dirt
They are all.hard and wrinkled due to passing time
But your hands tells a story
Of glorious times
Gone by
Your hand take up your pipe
With a little shake
No more will they work
On the little tillage farm
You.pet your dog
For all the work done
And take up your pipe
To puff and blow
No more will you worry
About the past times gone.


The End

Words that you said and no longer say,
Words like a sun that burned me,
Crazy eyes from blowing wind
In eyes that were mine, and happier.

Words you said and said
Secrets that were slow at dawn,
Imperfect, murmured promises
While our kisses allow.

Words that say, meaningless,
No way, but just because they were
That brings the calm of the stars
At night that associates to my ear ...

Words that do not say, nor are yours,
Who died, who no longer exist
That are mine, only mine, because they persist
In the memory that drags through the streets.

Did they tell you?

My eyes do not sleep in your absence.. Did they tell you?

After you, my heart refused to speak. Did they tell you?

How did I get lost in the crowd? Did they tell you?

My heart attempts to escape to you to read peace upon you. Did they tell you?

Life after you will be long hours and days of suffering. They would be lying if they told you

Without you I'll be fine

Rooted in this valley
We watched the sun fold her
petals
one by one into the navel of
the sky
Betraying us into an ambush of
shadows
Frightened we tremble as the
wind weeps through the trees
like a blind man's wife looked
outside on a rainy night
Time wound our heels
Time heals our wound
If we shall ever meet again,may
it not be on a moonless
night,that we not peer like
strangers into each other's face
May we meet instead under the
old crescent and transparent
smiles of the moon
That we may bend slightly
amidst silent smiles and
knowing nods in recognition of
the wrinkles of suffering and
dimples of smiles on each
other's face..

I closed my eyes, wanting to see him

My palms intertwine with his palms

I swear to God I will not leave you

I hope it stays in my country


You ignore me and torture me

Look with your eyes and have mercy on me

I hope you stay in front of me

And everything in the world I don't want

When you are with me


What is the fear of separation?



And I worry about leaving me


Believe me since the day I saw him

I have never known a night's sleep

Honey drips from your lips

I love listening to your words
And your smile and your cheeks are like roses

When I saw you I was fine

Young, sweet and loyal

With his look, give me my evidence

And the pulse becomes double


O son of people, listen to me

Enough foreplay and madness

I love you and I want you to love me

I hope you stay in my country

By sand drift and sea
a girl in bright feathered green
Gatsby and champagne

Lend me your cloche
flappers dancing the Charleston
jazz and etiquette

tennis racquet times
romance in the Duesenberg
picnic on the Sound

Do not be sorry for the treachery of time. Dogs have always danced on the corpses of lions. They do not think that by their dancing they are superior to their masters. Lions remain lions and dogs are dogs. Lions die in the forests of hunger and mutton are eaten by dogs. An ignorant person may sleep on silk and a person with knowledge covers dirt. Eternity is two days of security and one is dangerous. And living is two days. It is clear and turbid. Do you not see the sea with carcasses rising above it and resting in the farthest bottom of its pearls? And in the sky there are stars without number, and nothing is eclipsed except the sun and the moon. We blame our time, and the fault is in us, and there is no fault in our time except us. And we approach that time without sin, even if time spoke against us, and the wolf does not eat the flesh of a wolf and eat each other. With our eyes, let the days do what they want, heal your soul when the judgment rules, and do not be dismayed by the events of the nights, for the events of this world do not last, and be a man of fortitude against horrors, and your mark is tolerance and loyalty, and if your faults are many in the wilderness, and you are pleased to have a cover for them, cover them with generosity, for every fault is covered, as it was said, by generosity, and never see the enemies as humiliated. For the gloating of enemies is a affliction. Do not hope for forgiveness from a stingy person. For there is water in the fire for the thirsty. Your sustenance is not diminished by patience, nor is sustenance increased by hardship. There is no lasting sadness and no joy. There is no misery for you and no prosperity. If you have a contented heart, then you and the owner of the world are the same. And whoever is struck by death, there is no earth to protect him. Neither the sky nor the earth of God is spacious, but when the judge descends, the space is narrow. Let the days deceive every now and then, for there is no substitute for death as medicine.

Only human, that is who I am....
Lost at sea....drifting wood....swallowed by waves....crushing over me....choices was made.....wrongly accused....loved by few.....broken by millions....walls was build with bricks that turned into steel....loneliness eats away like razor sharp teeth.....dreaming and wishing for a second chance....to be truly loved & accepted with all my flaws.

Pure heart mechanical blues
there's a sax playing on the ridge
it rained all night in Kentucky

There's shoe-shine folklore
and western desert chords
struck in 4:4
I tell you this
when the dice roll
Mama's all knowin'
trumpet blowin'
good as a circus phenomenon

Pure heart mechanical blues
there's a sax playing on the ridge
it rained all night in Kentucky

The old white house upon the hill
Holding past memories that linger still
Stained glass windows faced the park
Soft gaslights that glowed in the dark

Built at the turn of the century
In a different era from our memory
An historic legacy from those passed on
Embracing simplicity in a time long forgone

In the back a garden of Iris's grew
In the front were Lilies and Daffodils
Violets and Impatiens filled the windowsills
Adding a colored ambience to the outside view

An old wooden swing hung on the porch
A perfect pondering, peaceful place to perch
To watch the passersby on the street below
And sip wine while you contemplated Thoreau

Days were spent engaged in a joyful family affair
With lawn games, books, wagons, trikes and bikes
Children’s giggles and laughter filled the air
Full of love and personal likes and dislikes

Memories bring tears as they come flooding in
Visions of a life lost in the passages of time
Remembered in lines of this rhyme
All that was and could have been

Lives lived in time within the muraled rooms
Looking back to all the remembrances we own
Games played in costumes, dolls, balloons, bubbles and cartoons
The precious memories of that old house lives in our hearts as home

Wishing for a solitary moment somehow
That it could be the past, here and now
Healing parts that need to be whole
While strengthening our souls

Jade Anjoun