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asef fakih Poems
The jester and the king
There was this throne jeweled with thorns a king waited alone among the sea of mourns.
Indestructibility of conscience and memories like a painful alliance, sings a song of utter defiance, writes a poem of rouge confidence.
Eternity and Beyond
If I believed in no end of eternity If I believed in the flaws of integrity, will my angels be confused? Will my poems be refused?
Would it be weird if the long and lonely path of life seemed like a glimpse of what I expect.
Beloved I'm gone
End of the day, so near to the way scattered hay, carelessly lay, I walk alone, pains undone, I am the one, who has gone,
The Light Jubiliant
The wrath was pure, when time seduced the end to my grave, I was so sure that the wound would be mend.
There was this storm when the light went out, it came with bellowing silence. I was there shaded
Severe Sense of Humor
I had to walk across all the sorrows fate had stored for life I was shot down by all the unprecedented and sudden strikes.
For a long time I have been away. Away from myself
A Life A Lie
I need a reason for the sheer treason for the life, a lie as the spree go by
lust & itch
For the ones who live from the ones, who died. Tomorrow will come as good as you have tried.
Life and lies
Life of a bird shows us the part where flying is bliss end is at the start.
The poem the song
If life was to be like a poem if heart was to be lonely life wouldn't have been unpleasant but heart was to be tender.
Fate and hate
Once upon a time pain decide to leave the world once upon a time hate decided to fade away
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The jester and the king
There was this throne
jeweled with thorns
a king waited alone
among the sea of mourns.
The kingdom was barren
by a reason you can't fight.
None has seen a famine
of so much wrath and spite.
The king waited alone
thought of pleasure
thought of leisure
all gone, all gone.
The courtroom was tense
the knights bowed head
hearts full of led.
The jester sat diminished
he had been quiet for long
lust, laughter of soul all perished
no jests for him, no funny song.
Faces came alive
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