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If only you'll take a sip You'll find, my words intoxicates I make deserts seem a heaven for a trip I'm a flirt for words, there ain't her g-spot I can't locate I don't need no compasses, I know how to navigate No dream belongs in a bin, they're all for keeps Dreams and actions are all we can ever equate So I paint my words to kiss her lips Every day is a beautiful date To drive destiny on the wheels of fate Only the insane dares to be the first to leap When it is the unknown on the other side of the gate Sometimes shallow is another kind of deep So I cast my bait and just wait No time to waste, I can't afford being late I have my quiet to keep So conflicting thoughts may debate One thing at a time to avoid rotten heap It's an intra-battle, who will, better, rate We must embrace to erase the goodbyes we hate (c) #Tee2emm #40DaysAnd40NightsOfPoetry #Night 26

Once we were strung with lack So we wore rags To Conceal as much as we can Now we have We are still wearing what we wore because of lack Rags, picked from the racks of expensive stores It just seems, we always want what we don't have But when we get what we wanted when we did not have We run right back to wishing we have what we had. (c) #Tee2emm #40DaysAnd40NightsOfPoetry

Who lives pass his life All candles go out with time Let's shine while we can (c) #Tee2emm #40DaysAnd40NightsOfPoetry

Wallet with greens Faces with grins Tomorrowm's tongue waiting to gossip Wallet is drained The glowing faces are gone Like the clouds after the rain Friends for the while of wealth Become acquaintances that fell off friends tree #40DaysAnd40NightsOfPoetry #Tee2emm

He used to live in a clustered space in the back of our heads Then, the doors of our choices were within reach Constantly cautioning what door to open or close Then, humanity flourished on the manure of inhumanity. Our heads got rewired He got evicted without prior notice Our brains grew muscular from walking the treadmill of self Our hearts and minds lost connection He was left out in the cold without a home. Strangled by the bare hands of negligence Now he lays baked by coals of inhumanity His casket is made of wickedness and selfishness His mourners are dressed in casualties of war and terror His grave is built with the blocks of hate The tombstone is inscripted with the unreasonable ink of doom (c) #Tee2emm

LOVE She is not in the tears She is the first glimmer of smile after it She is not the sweet icing on the cake She is just beneath it, confused whether to be sweet, sour or bitter She is not the perfect time of the day She is the morning gentle sun, the scorching mid day sun and the evening picturesque golden Sun She is not just the healing balm She is both the harm and the treatment She is not only right She has two hands, the right and the wrong. She is not always love She can sometimes be hurt She is not only the butterfly times She has her worst times like a weather She doesn't always lighten She sometimes burdens Love, she has a beautiful pair of piercing eyes Beware of her alluring charming smile Perfect love is an illusion But like a spider, she builds a perfect web Be the insect, let her trap you in her webbing #Tee2emm #40DaysAnd40NightsOfPoetry

Like kids rushing out to play The clouds are gathering Pregnant with a Siamese twin of joy The clouds are gathering Like the tears of children missing their long-gone mom With arms starving for an embrace The clouds are gathering Two hearts budding in readiness to bloom like a rose Bees of love hovering in wait to suckle from the nectar The clouds are gathering Like blood clotting around a bruised heart Let the rain pour and dissipate the ache The clouds are gathering Like a crowd of psychofans around a royalty. Strings and horns, harps and cellos Let the singing begin (c) #Tee2emm #40DaysAnd40NightsOfPoetry

IF I MUST If I must, I will marry the moon So she will bear me billions of stars If I must, I will cheat with the sun Her every breath will breathe us to life If I must, I will have rain for a concubine Her tears make all things beautiful If I must, I will sow seeds of love on the fertile field of my heart She is too white to bear black stains of hate If I must, I will fornicate with peace Start casting your stones, I know there are many saints If I must, I will embrace myself She is the only one with a warm heartfelt hug If I must, I will make the most of my clock No man gets another once she is broken. If I must, I will. (c) #Tee2emm #40DaysAnd40NightsOfPoetry