David Blaine

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My son, teach me how to smile.
So many years polluting my soul
I've forgotten how to smile.
I keep a catalogue now
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Sitting in this dingy room
Unloved and uncared for
I feel darkness close in on me
Like vultures on poor little ponies
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Ye Pirates! They commence forth
Swindling gold, swushing swords.
With skeletons' support masts
They arrive in Devil's red glory!
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Dead silence blares through the air
Silent tears roll down resolute faces
Aches of heart slice the air
A funeral is on its way, behold.
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Two seconds of Happiness is
All that I ask for;
Battles of uphill heldforth,
Burdens and Cut-throats withheld,
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Hurt down by unseen chains, I wept
For a twinkle in the dark sky;
A reminder, that dreams are still alive
I craved for a spark, to flare my embers.
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Trembling in fear or amusement, rustling their feathers
cramped up in their 3 by 3 inch space, the hens
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The situation: Few seconds prior to the author's Infosys Interview. The author was next in line and was waiting outside the interview room. The author's terror is being portrayed here....Scroll down and you'll feel it too.
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Early morning he wakes up
Packs his clothes and ties his shoes
Picks his broom and sweeps the lane
He's the village sweeper.
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I'm falling deep down under
I'm losing everything, I surrender
This vanity inside of me
That is tearing me free
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There she was, standing in the doorway
I stared at her, like a cracker on the highway.
She looked like an angel, send down just to be stared
I was sent too, but all I wanted was to get fared.
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David Blaine Biography

I started writing poems, short ones from my childhood. They were either crumpled and thrown away by myself or I just tore them away. After some time, my passion was extinguished and I experienced a sterile period, a kind of dormancy within myself. But yesterday ie 21st June 2006, something sparked inside me and I knew I could write poems again. And I thank God for that! - As I Burn Fair)

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Teach Me How To Smile

My son, teach me how to smile.
So many years polluting my soul
I've forgotten how to smile.
I keep a catalogue now
office smile, party smile, home smile
barring my teeth like monkeys do;
trying to out smile
with fellow 'future generation'.

My son, teach me how to smile.
My chins ache,
from constantly holding the plastered portraits.
The innocence is gone
twinkles, laughter, smirks too
there is no distinguishing;
each is worse than the other,
Da Vinci would have been proud.

My son, please teach me how to smile.
I see toddlers running and laughing;
laughing - the word spears my heart.
I want to smile again
kissing, poem-ing, joking
should release endorphins again
I pray my son, keep your smile
and teach me how to be a child again.

(20-06-06, Moonkode)

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