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  213.     

The Unknown

My first step was slow and steady.
I walked in a room full of battle field minded personalities.
I was lost for a second. No polygraph lie detector reasoning nowhere.

My inner unqualified stress forcing me to feel the goodness of others in a room is darker than the Polaroid film.

The drum sound of my heart beat at the moment could even wake up the dead.
I looked around to the faces never seen before.
I promised to never let down those who had the courage to try this bradawl assignment life make us face daily.

Days after days, our identity started dissolving from our lively body firmly.
Weeks after weeks, new strength pressing hard the core of our insecurity, forcing us to believe the revolting of our society where human behavior is now becoming pusillanimous.
Months after months we become individual of numeric numbers of so called reborn society without fear, heart or soul.

After a while, we became that robotic machinery operating only with remote control.
Now with joy and fulfillment we graduate from the University of Victim Evilness with high rank of destroyable first class.

I hold up my PHD of Lost Identity, Mismatched Conceptions, Bloody End Results, Fearless Pursuits, and Unforgiving Demands. We became first class human right thieves in the name of our Country. Now we must work on the world's fortitude and disdain.
 
Brigitte Perrussot

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  214.     

Language My Mother Says

Language my mother says
I should not forget
So I won't forget my identity.
But I have to adopt
The foreign one to fill up
My belly everywhere in used
Contrary to law though.
So I beg excuse mother
I need no identity for the earth
And the body I think one
And all for progress as you know.
They used to say my words
Are uncivilized and unpracticable
But that of theirs are fine, how unlucky!
 
gajanan mishra

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  215.     

Life Demands

Seek out the wisdom to hold your body as a treasure,
To train it in the ways of the Lord not just pleasure.

To seek the deeper identity of true life,
To build communal harmony despite strife.

Action, creativity and love all abilities of deeper identity,
Be not trapped in a superficial personality.

Boldly carry the essential truth, above all slime,
Instill inside a vital and dynamic sense of time.

Be not confined by the religious and cultural expressions of past,
The truth demands reformation and fresh expression to last.

Rising from the labyrinth of materialistic and commercial culture,
We must defeat the nasty greedy egotistical Vulture.

24/05/2014
 
Perveiz Ali

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  216.     

Gap Of Loneliness

Sifting through daily activities, searching for clues to an
innate identity does not satisfy any inner yearnings.

Quietly forbidding, the essence of creativity lies waiting
in darkness.

Shells of innocent partaking, unfold silently from beneath
folds of life, uncompromisingly tepid, on wings of wax,
stepping lightly forward, always looking back.

Sandwiched are thoughts of yesterday, between insurmountable
barriers rarely ever seen, scaling the very edges of life, mountainous depths are keenly felt within.

Scattered alternately are breaking of ancient rules, falling
through vent shafts of cruelty, solidly breaking walls of
humility are the wrecking balls of life.

Countered unhesitatingly throughout many years, life-long
ambitions are only puddles of tears filling the gaps of
loneliness, rinsing clear, the small identity of someone dear.
 
RoseAnn V. Shawiak

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