Vivid Tryst - By Hamza Matar

Vivid Tryst

There they stood
before each other
2 young lovers
Secret tryst
In the forest
Her heart twist
He can’t resist
to the thighs
In the lake
As they sighed as they smiled
To each other
The lake just waved in the shape of a heart
As they kissed
a vivid tryst
Up above
As she looked
into his eyes
With desire
as he bends
so he kiss her
was it water all around them
it was set into blue fire
dancing by the rhythm of their desire
how they felt
no one knows
to Elysium
Their love grows
far behind them
in the middle
was a volcano
as it ruptures
as the lava
reach the lake
to the right and to the left
2 different worlds just collided
Short white dress
He dressed all black
As she stood
In the right
With a deer
And a horse to the left
In the sky
The jealous sky
Just described how they felt
As white clouds and darker ones
Just collided in the middle
While the sun to the right
With its heat burning up
And the moon the cold moon to the left
2 young lovers
How they felt
when they kissed
A thousands stars
Shined on them
it should be bright
they just hold tight
its just right
so all around them
Light was dim
Just 2 bottles
Of fresh water
Red of ink blue of ink
And as they kissed
into the water
Ink was spilled
And as they’re kissing
Into the water It just spreads


- Written by: Hamza Matar

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May the music be a messenger - By Hamza Matar

May the music be a messenger

May the music be a messenger
on the death line lies my defender
a true man a true hero
my heart was taken by this boy
with his rifle in his hands
his weak body on the sands
determined to defend our lands
may the music carry my words
expressing my love and my fears
as my voice touches his ears
since he's gone and I'm in tears
i lost all faith but one in him
i lost all hope but to see his face
to fall in his arms to melt in his grace
our reunion would be my heaven
soon i pray it would happen.


- Written by: Hamza Matar

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Psychoses - By Hamza Matar

Psychoses

Message to the world
Peace to the world
Correct me if I’m wrong
I confronted my demons
I can beat them
Be strong
Have faith
They can’t have your soul for dinner
You will have theirs as a desert
And I was wrong
With raging pride and thoughts
I followed my shade
Crying my way to the west
Shredded heart
Torn soul
Death was lurking
The end has more pride than mine


It didn’t come to me
It charmed me to go for it
And so I did
What keeps me here
Everything has fallen to pieces
There is nothing left for me
But sorrow
Everlasting autumn
So let me fall
If I have to fall
Let me fall with pride
What keeps me here
They have killed my all
They darkened my soul
They left my heart with a hole
I’ll never heal
My innocence has vanished into the night
And I’m drowning deeper and further
into the darkest most devilish place of my heart
Into hatred
Into outrage and grudge
What keeps me here
Only vengeance
But I followed my shade
And it shrank
Just beneath my feet I no longer see it
I’m lost
Should I dig
And hide my shame
It’s the end of road
Death will lurk for some more
And my pride is greater than the end
It will come to me
I’m not gonna surrender
Saved by the shade
Saved by the sun
Saved by God
What keeps me here
The last pure tiny flame of light it me
I feel it
I hear it
It calls me from the depth of my soul
Hold on to your heart
And you will find peace
This is I promise you


- Written by: Hamza Matar

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Only me, myself and I - By Hamza Matar


Only me, myself and I

Only me, myself and I in my insulation
At night insomniac, me my guitar and desperation
Coffees are wine… wine and coffee
Am I asleep or awake, sober or stoned?
Trapped between my guitar and my bottle made my mold
Chocked with a scream
There goes my dream
As I wondered who am I
Falling into frustration
It’s me who had it all in my hands and I let go
It’s me who ran the hills of heaven with joy and I didn’t know
And now I know
Now I know
Only me, myself and I in my insulation
In a bar full of people as I play my guitar with exhilaration
Then there she was
At the door
Chocked with words
I couldn’t sing
As she said hi
And her voice rang
In my ears
I can’t rely on my hallucinations
It’s me who had it all in my hands and I let go of it
It’s me who ran the hills of heaven with laughter and I didn’t realize it
Now I know… it was you…
It was you


- Written by: Hamza Matar

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Your Hand - By James Cecil

Your Hand

I tossed, restless, in the dark, deaf night.
From cool crisp sheets,
my clammy frame drenched our bed.
Your voice cut short the spiral…
“Would you like me to hold your hand”?
I was that who you touched,
I was frantic and you gave me rest.


- Written by: James Cecil

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TIME IN LIFE - By Murjanatu Umar

TIME IN LIFE

it was a moonlit night
the wind murmured in the trees
these swinging trees which murmured
reminds me of life
life flows like water
it's like drying leaves sometimes

At the beginning they were fresh
beautify the trees
but sometimes old and grey
they fell and became waste
waste and dirty !waste and dirty!!
Oh!what kind of litter environment

Time is something in life
it's like lightning
which passes like a bird
the bird flew as fast as lightning
it focus on it prey
and went back to rest

the bird flushes away
on its golden feather
for she has no time to play
for reasons are many
and time is immutable
before i knew it she disappeared

she is not like the tortoise
who is ponderous
when his bird friends
borrowed him feathers
and after, deceived them with tricks.


- Written by: Murjanatu Umar

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Deserted land - By Murjanatu Umar

Deserted land

She was old and gray
and never sparkles
everything fades away
like a dry desert
which blackens her
madly flying in breeze
null of bones to pet
wondering lonely in a forest
who never heard a voice
to sympathize in troop
what a barn owl
forgot her way
and when the sun smiled
she was blind
with no enemy of her's
to eat her alive.


- Written by: Murjanatu Umar

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PEACOCK - By Murjanatu Umar

PEACOCK

Nene is a barn owl
who plant a crest of rainbow
thinking she is a Pharaoh
pondering as a duck
Quack!Quack!! As she laugh.


- Written by: Murjanatu Umar

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Flail - By Lee Woodward

Flail

He falls in a dream, the sky rotating around his unsuspended limbs,
The clouds that rise past him do nothing to halt or delay his descent;
Even though they are figments of his imagination
could turn into helicopters, or Planes… 
birds, or abstract symbols of airborne salvation
instead they choose to retain their state 
and leave his downward journey uninterrupted.

The mountains that circle as he spirals could grow 
in stature to giant peaks of softest powder snow, 
then reach up to him, before he drops below.
But they instead stand apathetic –
tall, yet still pathetic
- and point to the midday sun,
as if to say “My dear friend, you’re going the wrong way.” 

The trees lean - their branches clatter amongst themselves to withdraw:
His fall could be broken but so could their arms,
which could then no longer hold their precious offspring 
and scatter them on to fruition.

When he falls the ground could become elastic, 
could absorb his weight and send him Skyward;
It could turn into a single emerald sheet,
With a hundred thousand cushioned bushes 
that welcome him like a newborn baby to slumber, 
unaffected, fantastic and deep.

He bears no ill will to them all, 
for they are part of his own internal nature, and life is all just a dream.
Then the earth opens up and lets him pass through 
– down past the rocks and magma. And…
There you stand at the end of all time:

Your smile catches his eye and he falls into your hands 
and your lips and your loins, and your breasts, 
that welcome him down to the place where you rest,
And still deeper, too:
Where true love envelops and encircles him,
(Because true love is you.)


- Written by: Lee Woodward

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