poet – 2000 Little Words

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For that beneath

For that beneath.
For each tik that flies,
Fattens its means.

At that time,
This overly rotting heart
Could profoundly go mushroom.

____ Mustafa Khan Abdurahman.

Beauty of emptiness

The void that calms a paining soul,
Void that calms a precise madness,
Void that dismantles
Chains of disjointedness,
For all dis-joy is slain away to ashes
And left is no room for internal sobs.
Emptiness.

All are dead

The winds spare not
The wicked and the weak;
Neither do they,
The strong and the meek.
Man has been a bargain
Eversince
As life still pays her debt
Since Eden.