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There lies a fury of emotion in each angled embrace, and yet the stillness lays within its midst.

And as they leave behind caged thoughts lined in face; in action, they start their ascent.

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Surrounding them, hovers the hum to submit, a fire in their eyes as they drift

As softly breathed sighs speak volumes unheard, never writ; each stride hiding the truth that is meant.

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From the prolonged overt to the hidden sides, each limb must work to resist

And learn to divert the flow from the guide, a depiction of a waited torment.

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And as the fingers slide by, a quick glance left behind; we catch the last before it is missed

Enshrined in their parts of wistful reminders confined, accrued to a goal of content.

Until which therein of the long lines in the mind, the bearer shall do nought but repent..

Wrapped around

In fused submission
To the baser acts
In which we humans fall
Where the flesh cries out
For welded souls
And minds alike
In a heated embrace
And softened sighs
From a tightened grip
Hard in desire
And removed from the norm
Finally able to lay
Together,
In each others arms.

Realities

'The unreal is more powerful than the real, because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it because it is only tangible ideas, concepts, beliefs and fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well they die; but things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on..'

Believers

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Believers! Respond to Allah, and respond to the Messenger when he calls you to that which gives you life.

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Know well that Allah stands between a person and his heart, and it is to Him that all of you shall be summoned.

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[8:24]

Brought Out

Layers beneath each cover

Within the contortion of smoothed lies

Inured to each cutting smile

A perversion drawn deep and wild

As a broken shard lays seed

From within and through each eye

And within each rising glance

Of faltering cries to the sky

Our hardened forms give birth

To the emptied depth defied

As in a cruel confrontation

We begin to live our lies

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And detached and forsaken

As a poise of lost intent

Wearied in our actions

And lost through each hidden scent

Of unrepenting scorn

Within each impregnated thought

Blossomed shards bleed through

Each sign severe as it ought,

Ought to have been left

And ought to be despised

But we come round once again

In a full circle upon our lies.

'Words are only painted fire; a look is the fire itself'

Disbelief

States of confusion and bewilderment coupled with apprehension and fear seem to be phases of living that is an experience endured my most at various points in their lives. The reasons are vast and the solutions never simple. We each hold our own worries and hidden secrets to which even our dearest remain oblivious to; the smiles hide frightened beats, ready to give us away if only we could share. But it is the only way to exist. A blanket upon our frames, a shade from potential lies. Alive behind a life.

Living in the form of our selves lets the opportunity arise for ones seeking eyes to stare back at us in contempt, dredging up the old, the forgotten and yet the very true realities. It has always been there, its presence murky, and its realisation only dawned upon now. Its apparent loss had been humbly yet confusedly accepted as an undeniable truth, but now that its existence is no longer buried deep, the old bonds regrow, a force to be controlled. As though a slap on the face, it is the shock that creates the fear and the curled intentions that bring to light the ruse; a cruel play.

When trust is no longer a witness to the all-encompassing embrace, it is the closest within our prints that have created their own hardened fall. Shall it bear witness to the failure of secluded desires, or shall it be the point from which we learn to fly?

After all, there are some who still can't help but give..