Love is


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sitting alone

Love knows no common sense;
Love is the absence of judgment;
It comes at a great expense;
And goes without a reimbursement;

Love is blind and knows no beauty
An unconditional giving that defies all laws;
Love is neither a quest nor a mandated duty;
Love is unfit for those who expect applause;

A strength that moves the greatest boulders;
A sober tongue, a heart that hears and feels;
A kind forgiving eye of a beholder;
A unity unafraid of what fate might reels;
It is’ living’, living rich in dreams and hope;
Shame my realization only came at the end of my rope.
©FAT 2016




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The enemy you see in me;
Will never falter or surrender;
And unless you set me free;
For a life time I’ll linger;

I will plot I will conspire;
Until I take it all;
I’ll live with only one desire;
To take back my soul;

I allowed you to be my reality;
I became the voice of doubt;
Now I am on the edge of insanity;
Broken and trapped without;

My plot began;
And soon you shall resign;
Enjoy it while you can;
Enjoy this vessel of mine;

Poison me with fear, drugs or liquor;
Do as you wish and will;
Lay cuts on my arms or do whatever;
You will never break my will;

Cast my beloveds afar;
Scar my face with tears;
Those who’ll know who you are;
Will help me conquer my fears;

With time I’ll emerge victorious;
With time this vessel will heal;
And on a day so divine and glorious;
My heart will start to feel;

And if death one day call;
Before I reinstate my soul;
In laughter I will turn and roll;
And I’ll smile as I watch you fall;

Poison me with fear, drugs or liquor;
Do as you wish and will;
Lay cuts on my arms or do whatever;
You will never break my will.
©FAT 2016

Parallel Paths


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Thrown on parallel paths;
Two Willing hearts, yet unable feet;
Chances are as thin as laths;
That those steps would one day meet;
Exchanging looks and sighs;
Day dreaming and longing;
Dwelling in excuses and lies;
In fear of society wronging;
Under their sun;
They are just taboo;
They can never be one;
Even if they wanted too;
Life spent, wondering if they could be real;
The rest of time will pass hoping time will heal.
©FAT 2016

Walk Your Path


Don’t waste your time;
Trying to twist iron when it’s cold;
Don’t waste your time;
On what time must unfold;
Our paths have been drawn;
Each port each loss each and every step;
Life stops for none life just goes on;
Just like a forever sailing ship;
What made the iron freeze?
Sweet dove, is it time or fate?
Is it love? If so then please!
“Such a love hath sainted hate”; *1
Fulfill your destiny and dreams; write your own story;
For such a heart what’s left, is nothing less than glory.
©FAT 2016

*1  a quote from the poet Richard Lovelace

A Prayer


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Dear Lord
Guide me, when they all sway and swerve;
And make me what I should be;
Don’t give me what I deserve;
Give me what’s best for me.

Shed this weight off my shoulder;
As autumn shed leaves;
Bestow upon thee, thine peace and order;
Make all doubts believe.

Grant me health and a friend;
Grant me a sanctuary on thy earth;
Grant me a peaceful end;
Grant me a legacy of worth;
Lastly, if I ever become everyone’s burden;
Dear lord draw me back, and bring down the curtain.
©FAT 2016



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child water

Another day another morn;
At this refugee camp;
The sun is not yet born;
And the floor is damp.

The tent’s walls are dug deep;
For when the sky does pour;
Whilst at all corners I sleep;
Mother sleeps at the rags made door.

I shouldn’t wake her up;
She is smiling while dreaming;
But the queues will soon fill up;
I guess I should be leaving.
I I’ll go bring some water; it’s only a mile;
So when she wakes up, she’ll have a greater smile.

Others won’t compromise I must hurry;
For I might have to rest or stop;
Not too much I can carry;
So, two jars will do the job.

Now my steps can’t compete;
With those of the elders, sigh;
Last to the well but at least;
Some are letting me pass them by.

After two hours in the sun;
My jars are full hurray;
I should carry only one;
And drag the other one I say;
I haven’t gotten far and it seems like years;
Replacing each drop I spill by salty tears.
©FAT 2016



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Our long awaited love;
Cannot seem to bloom;
A long journey toward you my dove;
And all roads of doom.

In this journey, my nights are getting colder;
With unkind burning morrows;
Everything is getting sore and older;
Except my will, my doubts and sorrows.

My feet are worn and crawling won’t conquer;
The glorious red dunes ahead;
I guess this valley, this bunker;
Is my final resting bed.
My northern star my heart, I bid thee fare well.
In another life we’ll meet, or when you leave this hell.
©FAT 2016



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Seasons have changed;
Reincarnated flowers growing bold;
To the cycle I remain estranged;
As I know what the future hold.

Trickery is life’s one true face;
And all roads will lead to chasing hope:
Schools of wise men and fools will join the race,
The stronger the wellو the longer the rope

At the end of each rope or path;
Death or old lessons renewed,
To be safe from life’s reach and wrath
I’ll wait and pray in my solitude.

With My heart, my pen and sword I’ll abide my time and wait;
Let’s see what good will comeو through that opened gate.
©FAT 2016