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Tap , tap, tap and tap Is all to hear , as my feet and the floor clap . Round , round, round and round As we whirl in the music' s rhythmic sound . Play , play , play , please play Those sweet songs and drive my head hay, As our souls entangle in the ecstasy . Oh , what sweet journey into fantasy . Let ' s dance again , My only driver of sadness and pain . Let ' s dance again , but this time slowly . Hold me close and hug me tightly So i can smell that sweet scent of jasmine And listen to the thumping of your heart and mine. Let ' s dance dear lovely angel Till we fall asleep with a song of handel' s .

Love most have died centuries ago She died with Juliet and Romeo Now her bones lay dust infested Romeo's to the left Juliet's to the right. Wishing they discussed , Try to figure out how it all turned sour. If love is dead, Who or what are we then? Excavators, that's who we are Digging furiously, who cares how far The grave of the duo love birds must be near Find it, find love at its undiluted sphere. Enveloped in this fantasies box Love becomes no more than a hoax Love is what it is A beautiful broken bike if you please Its too dangerous to ride Yet no choice but the ride So if you must, put on your safety gear. Love does not live inside TVs Nor magazines She has left the internet and movies She now lives in the simplicity of you and I. You may have looked too hard Yet you still can't find. This you must figure out You are looking in the wrong sites.

Tornado of thoughts Whirling with this troubled clouds. How did we get here? The answer? Who cares? The trampled remember the past The trampler, in the present bask. Humanity, the trending fraud. Ages ago, who would've thought Man is reduced to fear Death lurks everywhere Though that is the least of them all Other accompanying devils deal their far worst blows. Is it still a man's ( human's ) world? My boomeranging thought. If it still is Justify this. How come there are more guns Than there are humans? More killings than births? More wars than peace-advancement seminars? If truth has only one perspection By now, we should be standing on the same vantage point The world ie now no more than a chess board We are; the chess ponds; Bishops and knights; Queens and kings, At the summit of the prism Is this what humanity was designed to become? I bet, we are just a compromised generation.

There in the mirror, My jaw dropped from the terror Of what I ' ve become

On this minute of this day Murder is underway Crimson blood about being spilled All attempts at aversion has failed This murder is for the perpetration The to-be victim Waiting in such patience without resisting Like a cow on an abattoir floor The butcher's knife glad to slay one more Nothing will save it from this preconceived execution Not even angel Michael's interventions . Diligence must be applied Skill is about to be tried Sleeves up to avoid spillage Paper and pen ready for the scrippage The perfect murder Another poem killed on this day.

...... Mandela , where others ducked he stood tall Where others crawled , with his head high , he walked And where everyone else walked , he showed we could even fly So high , we could dwell among the stars......

.......as a kid i thought i was so bright that my thoughts and eyes held candle to a moonless nights Big dreams slowing my memory like an over loaded android phone Back then, dreaming was my sin, my only felony But the years and age walked me into reality Then i realized, there is nothing wrong with dreaming The only wrong therein is not waking up to live it.......

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