Those night behindhand extend till Three
Thoes night prattled Extend till Three
Stunned by the way you say.
Nor moon, nor star, nor Mite
Stopped our night:
but emotion which has no formation.Has to be, I know it’s weird to.
Think of things makes sentiment,
Your story never stopped me from thinking.
Nor love, nor life, nor lust, nor anger, nor sad, nor friend.You have experienced it in my age:But me listening to you crazily Nor experienced or experiencing it in my age.
To the way as dogs day in fare vessel
Extensive to extend in sea, can’t stop pageant.
For more that problem,we gaze nightfell.
Sun wave only to waves not:, draught.
Thus much to eat, Portuges to kadazan.
What to choose, Moment owns not you,
On a spur of deed, pled to abundance.
Douche till hebdomad fare in perdu.
Esse of cloud offers Adam’s ale
Sensation self in bewildered, why not ego.
Bills of Piedmont, seem’s like rail.
Should not be drunken man has go.
Let man cease his thoughts
World will soften toward.
Was it I,
Hurt him, crushed him, killed him!
No!
Out of love I bathed him with
A colour in this colourful world
Not knowing the fanatical eyes which
Crookedly preferred to my cover of colour
Over his book of virtues,
Over his dream of laurels which
Gleams brighter than Sun.
The flawless painting of his righteousness
Ruinated by the colour I fortuitously added.
Was it I!
No!
Atrocity on the sea of Rampalian-Wretch
Sail! Every night! against the tempestuous.
Legendary leaders had legacy
Fighting against bigotry
Yet buried alive at the premise of equivalency.
As they rashly accuse me
Of making people look savage,
I pray Him to pluck me
Out of their intolerant eyes
Let them wander without sight
And be forever blind.
Wasn’t it them the same ones
Ruined the Great houses once! Derek!
The heinous prejudice strangled him
To death on the face of Earth.
But upon Heaven God’s hand
Now fondling his nape
There he carries his breath to breathe.
Atrocity on the sea of Rampalian-Wretch
Sail! Every night! Against the tempestuous
Every night! Every fight! Against the wizard of Uz.
Like a petty star laying over the Neptune
The flower flowering upon you, my everybody’s moon
Dews on your cheeks is the milk of Heaven
I drunk deep the dews over-driven
Drugstore of your leafy wet lips’ each kiss cured my pain
And never let me and my torpid mind loiter in vain
Your love-making through my nerves elevated me in ecstasy
And serenely spelled my psyche rest in fantasy
You stole the muse I had once
And placed yourself over there since
The seeds that sowed on the lawn of my brain
Never be reaped without reasonable rain
Is there any poet has ever become great without your consent?
What a mighty lurky demon, in truth, do you represent?
Is it you the la belle dame sans merci, My Keats warned
And dragged himself into the misery state of mind after everything earned?
No complaint, We traveled tour over Xanadu in merry
But why fortook My dear Coleridge to Hades at last in hurry
I loved floating around the million stars by your company
But now, no longer, wish to live in devil’s harmony
Leave me for I readily sacrifice even my treasure of fame
As I do not want anymore to be tame
I – My Faerie Child : A Monster’s Elegy
Born out of my chaotic forehead which occupied with only sore thoughts
But she as a fairy child flying over cattles in the nature’s favourite spots
Mermaid of the Arabic Ocean, Angel of the Arch of Heaven are the composure of her flourishing face, I reiterate
Fell crying in deep dilemma for this God’s gift to monster
Till her feathery touch on my cheek left my ignorant wild eyes moisture
Her gleaming capsules blossom thousands of flowers in the backyard berth
Purple flower on her head creates the Heavenly picture on the earth
Curling my fingers around she talks language strange
Cuddling her close to my crude chest leaves my race nature melange
My Demonic voice singing chordless lullaby for her consolation
I love thee Papa! she indicates is my infinite life’s completion
In The Game of Blindfolds-Catch, sometiems I win sometimes I lose
For her splendid smile captivates my soulless body in calaboose
blindfolded, I smiled catching the sound of her light footsteps, the tune of her earrings, the raga of her chuckle
All these kept me following on the same route on foot to catch my lifetime miracle
Sudden strange darkness heavily trampled over my skull nerves
Her scarce silence frenzily screamed over my owl ears
The sense of her missing numbed my hideous heart Instant
Heaven help! I cried tracking down her lavenderous scent
Helpless I, to unfold my eye which wept bleeding without sigh
Horror! Horror! was the echo of my mind’s reverie
Running scared hands floating on air after my fairy
Tottering cold hands seeking her finger-buds to mingle
grisly ears sobbing to hear her glady giggle
Falling on ground side-cheeked without any hold
Exceedingly flowing tears loosened the malevolent fold
Collapsed eyelids opened up praying it as her mischievous tricky cheat
Breathing lips grambling her name repeatedly repeat
Looking heads-up, horrowly witnessed mourning dim moon
Beside the tiny purple flower kissing her name engraved on a malicious tombstone
II – The Monster’s Wrath : An Incursion To Underworld
In Agony, roaring vocal threatened the nocturnals pray for dawn
Ironfist rapidly smashing the jaw of deadly Underworld Dons
Furiously burning meteor eyes scared Hellfires to whining
My volcanic wrath melted the Charon’s skin to shining
Caries teeth of ruthless Cerberus bathed in blood
Snivelling nose threw flames all over the Hermes’ slood
Glaring eyebrows challenged the King of Death in his own Den
Blasting muscles unleashed my rampage rush madden
Annoyed Hades hastily wielded his helmet, The Helm of Darkness
Perplexed Persephone held him to discuss the rationale of my rudeness
The Queen of Underworld saw through my malignant eye’s grief
And spell my weary physic to gently travel asleep
Herself, the daughter of Demeter, she perceived my labour
Then gracefully caressed my forehead return to sober
My Fairy ! I cried out waking amidst the judges
On dias, the devil’s disciples scorning at me with grudges
Fisting the floor frantically trembled the Tartarus’ roof lose durable
Uproaring her name thousand times distrusted thunderbolt its inviolable
III – Persephone’s Empathy : The Resurrection
Chained by Queen’s compassion surrendered my vigorous stem
Against my own nature, begged humanly on knee before them
Mothering her everyday battened my sloth soul feel kindness
Protecting her over mine made me her fatherly figure in vileness
The merciless heart unconditionally pleaded
The fluidless blood clingingly bleaded
Like a snagged fish dragged out of water, suffocating without her omnipresence
Witnessing a monster’s incursion for a fairy child stunned the juries of compresence
At length, The Queen’s outcry struck them to look back in wonder
And commanded aggressively to undo the brutal blunder
Sudden Heavenly fragrance of lavender in Hell penetrated my snout
Sound of light footsteps, tune of earrings, raga of chuckle stirred my mind blackout
Like a shimmering Plum Diamond among limestones, she lively moved aside from the dead
My languishing legs knelt down in tears of joy with the bowing head
Showery rainbow light dashed the terrific dark of underworld to leisure
And had Persephone feel her first ever heartbeats in pleasure
Like a flightless little dove walk, My Little Angel ran towards me making her giggly sound
Hell fell in bewilderment looking at her fairy arms hugging my gory neck around
She hugged tight not to get lost ever again
I promised not to let this unbearable pain come again
Bended before the Goddess for enduring the treason
To empathetically bestand resurrecting my life’s reason
IV – My Princess of Happy Isle : Back To Earth
Now colourful everywhere,
Smily faces of departed souls pray for endless life in togetherness
The River of Fire puffing cool breeze out of its essestialness
On way back to entrence, Algea’s eyes awestruck in amazement
Piercing out to the earth astonishes the animals in excitement
The instant her presence on earth spreading warm electrons all over
Sick buds elevate blossoming acres of area out of hangover
Lazy birds flapping thier wings in cheerfulness
Wary Nocturnals dancing with diurnals in craziness
Clouds stand still eclipsing for her
Rays glows kissing on her
Sun refuses returning from her
Moon awaits attending to her
Happy Isle! Happy Isle, Happy Isle caressing her hair milder
My Happy Princess of the forest sleeps leaning on my shoulder
Smoothly crawling in to preserve her rest
Gently placing her in the cradle of our nest
Her murmuring words while asleep draws me close to her poetic countenance
My rolling tears grin kissing her forehead for her heartfelt hearty utterance
Papa, Papa, Papa
Khaled KM
Like The Monster is given a Faerie child to become a Human
The Human is given a Muse to become a Poet
My Muse Is The Faerie Child🧚
And I Am The Monster 🐾
Marooned at the hollow hills on sick sick berg
Wilded by the heap of hounds on crude brute yard
Dawdling petrified in the wake of off-track haven
Whirring cryptic doom hovering above like hoodoo raven
Ghastly apparition of gloomy shapes, disguise in distance
Frozen lungs exhaling the heavy puffs in hesitance
Far and wide, dreadful rapid roops scuff the maze of my ears
Shrieking cadavers bemoan the departure of thier dreary souls
I, falling on knee to resurrect the dying me
forehead on floor, awaiting the feet of my savior
Beleaguered by blue blind Ocean shrinking the isle of my heart
Sinking my dream of togetherness to hold out the end part
You, nowhere to be seen, I, crawling over and over again
The insufferable pain that my sticky soul leaves tearing off the body
And clouding in air with colours
My coffin let on ground unnoticed unburied
Right there sojourning for you
The intentional fallacy finely works here I believe😁😁😁
kilk 
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