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Poems

Eenie, meanie, minie, mo,
Guess who’s back with a brand new poem, bro!   

And I dont mean poem as in words put in rhymes,
It has to have a meaning, a context, these are different times,

You get a thought in your head,
The deeper meaning of words said,

You think about the power of words in the message you send,
Sometimes following the rules, sometimes starting a new trend,

A poem is the singing of your mind,
Reflections on your current life and of what you left behind,

Its a timeless wonder, open to interpretation, an immortal being,
About your life, past, present and future, what your mind is seeing,

There is no limit on it, no one to hold you back,
The saints are extinct, there is no white and black,

The best poems are about existance, the human feeling,
What love and life gives, what loss and death are stealing,

Sometimes you write for others but sometimes it’s just for you,
Sometimes about the breakups and for the love which was true,

Sometimes about politics and issues of life,
Sometimes about happy endings and a loving wife,

Sometimes about desires and dreams,
Sometimes about the hurt and screams,

But the truth is that writing is your savior and grace,
It gets you through the hardships that you face.

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My Zen State

I have lived a long long life,
Full of ups and down and strife, 

There have been many versions of me,
Ali one, Ali two and Ali three, 

I made many friends along the way,
Some of them come and go but others always stay, 

But in my heart I’ve always been a loner,
Love to be by myself, alone, a stoner, 

Because alone I can unleash my restless mind and swim,
To search the heavens and the Earth, to find Him, 

When the cusriosity grows,
And the creativity flows, 

When the mind begins to sing,
Let it fly and attach no string, 

All the moments of life,
I think and I think back,
The good, the bad,
The white, the black, 

But this life is shades of grey,
Hunter sometimes, sometimes prey,
Sometimes sad, sometimes gay,
Sometimes deny Him, sometimes pray, 

This is not crisis of identity,
This cursed blessing is my penalty,
Its self inflicted, not from the Immortal Entity
This is, by design, my design, my eternity 

My choices mingled with my fate,
Chose to love and forgot the hate,
This is me, this is my zen state,
This wonderful life, feels so great,