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  Sep 2015 Žõhņ Đõhņ
Joseph Paris
Shake out your shining tresses, Love
Undress their dark contour as the pink stars rise
And drowse around the smoke-ringed moon,
Like roses in a whiskey glass.
Take time to dream a dream, my Love,
Tresses fallen across the curve of your face --
Sleep away the late summer moon,
Spooning the stars asleep in pink lace.

Lay down your weary bones, my dear,
Stretch out on vanilla feather-winged dreams 
My whisky rose petal kisses blown into the night
Finding you on glittered opalescent moonbeams
Grab hold of pink-starred sweet slumber
As  silken tendrils puddle upon your chest
Tangled up in each other's lithe limbs
Our blissful hearts beat together in tender rest
~
Whatever you say,
You do not delete the date stain on your skin
Over time it may likely to paly
Just think as the sun on the sky
But on the night when do not
Surely, somewhere else, off course in a different way
Or she has hidden behind the clouds

In the dark night,
Again she has arrested as the moon
Today, with the silky light of her,
Laughing this lake,
Bathing the distant hills,
Singing my lost heart,
Reminding the lost poetry

Her form among the many forms
How many words within the words,
The words of lost days
Her light, shines my love

The write which was only for her,
As the unfinished metaphors of poetry
Which has yet to emit moonlit
From the moonlight in a full moon night   

As if a prisoner who breaks down the wall of a dark circle
As if she has come to very near to my old door,
Light has fallen on her faded face again,
As well as the known mind of ours
Which is quite impossible to remove
Even yet that has proven the existence of eternal love
~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
Žõhņ Đõhņ Aug 2015
I never really finish my poems
I just stop workin on them
I could just stop here but I feel I need to tell you something

I'm not confessing to anything
Last I checked you were contesting my every move
At first I felt like we were connecting
Now it turns out you were fakin it

I remember being happy tellin the guys I was wingin it
Do you remember our first song?  Well I was singin it every morning
I pleasured watchin you yawning
Remember picnics watchin the sun dawning?

I swear girl that was the glory
But then you left,  I aint mourning
Now that I think about it we were just *****
Love the site man
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Much before the door closed
Can be seen regularly when walking on the road
Though dark, see the mass of trash
But did not hear any noise ever

On the side of the sky touch wall
My constant movement
Though shadow yet trademark cynicism
I can go away even closed eyes

Closed eyes within the dark
Yet unbelievable, but brings a dream
A dream within the dark,
See a diamond crystal
Where only light and light dispersion
From each dimension

Suddenly, in dream
I am in front of the closed door,
See a footprint,
Known voice with tune,
Can hear the illusive song

Now neither there exists any tall wall
Nor any closed door in the mind
...
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Žõhņ Đõhņ Aug 2015
Funny how she always depicts me as boring
Everytime I tell my story she starts that snoring
But my mood is never broken, I'm forever glowing
I beg the Lord to give me a woman

I'm tired of these girls treating me like a tunnel
I am a fighter, nobody goes through me to reach the light at the other side
I swear they treating me like the other guy
While they main eventing on hearts mind
Love the site man nothin more
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