Allsorts

Shenzous iseous
(Crystals are)
Shar
(Far)
Lioth
(Life)
ies e’o’th
(Is finished)
Fakhio shem ghash
(All around moans of death)

Eight people have brown hair
Near between buildings are sheds
Globes are good for geography
Living near a hot place. Lions and giraffes live here.
In the South Pole it is cold
Start your journey at the South Pole
Hire an English shop.

We are all alone, not the kind with no others.
But with our thoughts.
Being alone keeps us together.
Alone is common, alone is sad, alone is said to be bad.
It’s the thought of not being whole.
And yet alone is all we know.

Oh! Little sun,
Oh! Little birds,
Come across the larger world
Shine like the diamond.
Shine like the gold
Then jump over the larger pole.

The tree is big, like a pig.
Elephant is large, turtle is small
The wind will blow when the lights show.

This is the poem,
This is the voice,
Which makes a child,
Laugh a twice.

There was a dark smoke
A fear
Then a gun’s voice was heard
A fight it wasn’t, it was a paradise
A slice, few shards cried
Humanity lied
Stairs appeared
The void was clear
It’s an astounding fear
Oh breaking of shards, everyone hear

Perfection is desperation,
A call to be not human.
To be famed but not to speak,
As shackles to your living need.
Living becomes thus a hollow tree,
Thus there, noticed but never absent,
To be that perfect you.
Hollow, abstracted, muted, never able to say…
Why this way?
Why that way?
And thus then you’ll realize—
That when the eclipse shows its face,
And you’re broken,
Your desperation to feed on compliance vanishes.
And you realize—
You’re human, not a machine.

The dynamic
Didn’t end his life
He wanted to die
He lied
One of the darts hit
He became a man who cries and laughs
A sudden movement of a knife
Takes his life
But, the murderer was him
The light goes dim

I have the raw materials to
Achieve my dreams
Hitherto
I know I’m writing 40000 pages
I wrote two hundred and two
It’s my shifting flow
I want to glow
I want to be free
I discovered three voids in our minds:
Dark Void, Fadeshem and Magizthem
Dark Void is great
It decides future’s fate
And it moves faster than light
Fadeshem is slow
But has a flow
I discovered a language to describe Fadeshem which is Abhsenation
It isn’t destruction
One word is ‘Ahethahfoth’
Which means happiness’ growth
Which proves the person bad.

Cards and cheer
Hanukkah falls around the same time
Raucous laughter fills the air
Igloos and snowmen
Share the joy
Time to celebrate
Many a present underneath the tree
Angels perched on top
Stars also are

Gently, gently, the snow falls down,
all over the little town.
We skate around the slippery rink,
when the sky is as black as ink.
Making snowmen is so much fun,
laughing in the winter sun.
When the snow melts, it makes me sad,
but I know it will return, so that’s not bad.
I love winter even though it’s always cold,
I’ll still love it when I grow old.