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Devastation

Yelping dog, quiet!

I am rolling over the plains

of devastation

Hatchlings surrender

to the void that empties

the mind

Oh, when will they learn ?

It's too late, anyway.

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For the Magpie Tales the Magpie Tales

At the seashore

Waves of summer

crashing, hitting, arriving

against the wide beach

at the edge

of the season, how

insignificant we are

powerful winds

like a tiger, roar

in the cloaked balmy night

to be so close

to the edge of time and matter

where it does not matter

Every sunrise. Enlightened.

opyright 2012 © zalina abdul aziz @ ninotaziz

When life throws you a bitter pill, it is best to remember - it is for our own good.

I am ready to leave everything behind
Take a leap of faith
And seek my destiny, build my own nest

I require little wings of encouragement, a little humble pie to swallow - a huge dose of commonsense.

I need to take charge
And charter my own path
Not according to the whims and fancies

Others will tell me, it is a dangerous world out there. Find your wings. Take it slow.

I shall find my wings to sail through
With prayers that enlighten and strengthen
My purpose and devotion

Here is my hand, held out. Please lead the way.

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For Magpie Tales

To the genius I never knew

"Music in the soul can be heard by the universe."
~ Lao Tzu

This poem is not even a poem. It is a dedication to a boy, I never knew

A man, whose life I had a glimpse of - made possible by his father, I never met

Oh, what brilliance

In the moment of abandon

To the music

Gone too soon. And yet, there is a connection, this frail humanity that travels the dotted line of blogosphere gives me hope that we are one. We feel and share a genuine bond

Yes, we do know

when sincerity shines through

pain and joy mingles

We are alive and real. I extend my hand and hope you feel this hug

that travelled miles across the lonely ocean of millennia, Stafford

For there are many

whose lives you have touched

and left enriched

Good night, Stafford. Sleep well.

For your music maker

Tinker genius is sleeping well

tonight.