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isn’t so nice. Pull out
a block/stack it on top
so many men pulling
my pieces now and again
leaving me with empty slots
but none fill the holes
and so, the pile grows
till I implode
Walk into your life and get it
right where everyone else got it
wrong. One day you won’t have to
wait for a call or text back. One
day you won’t be the only one
giving your all.

One day you’ll finally meet
someone who wants to help you
grow in life. One day you’ll finally
meet someone who isn’t afraid to
give “love” another chance.

One day you’ll finally meet
someone you can trust with
everything. One day you’ll have
your best friend, your biggest
supporter and your teammate
all wrapped up into one person…!
I was going to do it

I was really going to do it

I know I will do it

Probably tomorrow.
In the battleground...
He battles to win a bread,
For his loving child'...!
Battleground refers to the struggles of life...
 Jan 2022 Naceur Ben Mesbah
Aishu
Pain doesn't leave you
till it teaches the lesson.

Pain doesn't leave you
till it makes you an artist.

Pain doesn't leave you
till it provokes wisdom.
Pain is a wise man's teacher.
It's time to change your living,
time to follow your dreams
Doesn't matter even it requires
passing through all streams.
.
Steps may falter,
Roads may be steep
But your dreams shouldn't alter
even if you gotta jump or leap.
.
I know it won't be easy
but it's time to decide.
There'll be people to pull you down
and foxes to mislead you
Turn them away with a tint of frown.
because
To your dreams you must always be true .
Hope you all are doing good .
Just keep following your dreams .
when I woke up
the morning was cold,
the sky was dark.
it was like even the Earth knew.
throw on my suit,
black as coal.
I'm late,
felt like the longest walk of my life.
when I get there,
the service has begun.
the priest begins his solemn words
there's flowers,
red, white, yellow
no one's crying - yet.
I take the last empty seat,
The coffin.
the clock smiles
and it is a sad smile

and coming through an open window
tiny red eyes on dainty feet
scurries around
the 4 corners of my prison  

where the dice roll
but never fall

 so,

hold on,

st christopher
former saint
taken off the calendar

O lost angel
guardian angel

say a prayer for me,

and like the shadows
thrown by the corner boys
as sunset approaches

i'll follow you down

into the tall
grass
where the lions wait
for wounded
dreamers

can you spare
a little faith???

O, st christopher

I ve been locked up
way too long
in this crazy world

please.

tell me.

how far is heaven?
Where there is light,
love will always follow
Where there is darkness
I will be your flashlight
I think I'm going to try and put out a poem every day whether I like it or not.
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