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MIND - YOURS, MINE

You though you spite me but am inspired  I thought I had no voice until I found my pen You thought you could steal my home Mind you home is wherever I am I gave you all and you took it all Never cared nor care to mind He look so perfect but really all is farce Intoxicating smile but deep within venomous His alluring aura got me Like an angel on the runway His biceps and six-packs are ravishing Glorious and pleasant to behold  Am already gone, enchanted and entrapped  In his deceptive awesomeness Like a magnetic force at work I pulled towards him never wanting to let go Oh! The skies are clear now I could see the once beautiful place  Alas! It is a dungeon not a Palace  A place not fit for the princess I summoned courage to leave He told me, you are now worthless  You are not broken but shattered  There is no one to want you Am still sane even in my insanity I picked up the leftover pieces Moulded it and forged it into
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ISHQ

Oh my love When I see you I know am whole For you are my all Your love for me I can't comprehend Even with my selfish love Yours was pure ágape which left me agape Your love drove me to Pun Not the one with O or graph But the word Pun not minding the sound Making me not to want to drop my pen For I will write of your love Even the psalmist would want to hear it For there is more to your love An epistle that's never ending.                           It's me again Muskurane                                            LabiLoba
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My Continent

I am strong but stung Try to relate not race For my race is raise Not to write but right The wrong of the wronged  Good in deed but left for dead Always alive to live the life  Though am broke but not broken  I still had hope without Pope  My mind is strengthened because in it lies my strength  What a stud to study  An epitome to phantom  A ridicule to their riddle  Always riding on the tide  Never to see but always seen                                         It's me again Muskurane                                          Labiloba
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Lost It

Hey Mr Sawyer Heared you are a soothsayer And you never loved gainsayer But always in a way a slyer Yes, I go it Winter is your home So dead and cold  And nothing seems alive Loved by all But none understands you Compound in nature  No, complex sounds better  Your game is by the pole Always in the north And usually its in two's What a strange catch  In disorder they say Your act always strange  With all this signs I can sense it Loneliness is your music Depression your dance Mood swing your rhythm  I see, bipolar is the disorder  It's me again Muskurane  LabiLoba
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Paranoia

A twisted mind in complex thought Caught in a dysfunctional world Where real is rear And the only way to survive is not to For paranoia and conspiracy is the breath of survival.
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