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A Souls Journey POETRY POETRY POETRY POETRY Vol. III By Karima Lachtane ©2012

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Page 1: Poetry Vol. III

A Souls Journey

POETRYPOETRYPOETRYPOETRY Vol. III

By Karima Lachtane ©2012

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Thank You For taking the time to look through this third poetry collection of mine. It is a mixture of old poems and more recent ones. The way that I deal with my emotional pain, is through imagery. Painting a picture with words. We tend to take our individual pain, and keep it to ourselves, because we do not know where to ask for the help, let alone where to begin our story. But do not keep the pain to yourself, and do not fall for the lure of destruction. Look inside yourself, and work through your pain with eyes wide open. Paint, draw or write every tear into existence and regonize that a person that hates, has only learned about hate.. Know that even the hatefull person needs love and help, but they have become so selfdestructiove, that they might look blinded. Instead of telling them what is right and wrong, I dare you to show them. Love them and help them, be a friend.

Thank you.

This is dedicat

ed to You.

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This is my 3 poetry collection, and as you read, you might think that I

am a completly unhappy personality, but you would be mistaken.

I choose to let the pain of my emotions shine on paper, merely because

I have to rid my heart of them, which in turn gives my heart hope.

I believe in coffesions, and this is why when I ’confess’ anything

(getting it out), I feel the burden fly away, and after it has no hold over

me.

I love life so much, that each night I die a lot. But I choose to hope too.

A hope for unconditional love for everyone no matter what, a hope for

dreams to be regonized and worked towards.

My soul is on this journey of life, and I will not fall for the trickster who

trys to feed me, my own ego. Nor the lover who puts lies in my heard

only to keep me walking on an endless street with no hope.

My soul… Your soul is worth Everything! Worth every second of life,

every second of love.

I wish you Love on your journey in life, and do not

forget to live.

A Souls Journey

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Content

1. Chain Reaction

2. Dust of Time

3. Sleep sinks In

4. Vein of Gold

5. Empty Bed

6. Explosion of Light Matter

7. Rainbows at night

8. Paradise’s illusions

9. Glass cuts

10. Bridge of lonely hearts

11. Alter of sad stones

12. Come one Come all

13. Scars

14. Heaven or hell

15. Passion and Hate

16. Paradoxical behavior

17. Path of Pain

18. Seductive Words

19. Something behind the trees

20. The Last Ice

21. Matter Meets

22. Corner of Da Vinci’s eye

23. Chains of Despair

24. Fallen into the abyss

25. A million thoughts

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Chain Reaction

If the butterfly can make such a chain reaction

Then what is the affect of our mistakes

How is love to come from such a hate

When our egos never hesitate to take

“They hurt me so, Why?” we say

When we All know - we all feel the same way

And still we never hesitate to take

Oh for god sake!

Dear being of night

I dare you to see into the light

May the stardust of splendor

Love you from the dark corridors

Forever and much more

May light pass corners of our mistakes

Light away all this humane hate

We should ask “Why, must I hurt to understand”

When we all need love to hold our hand

Dear Star filled being of a thousand nights

Recognize that you possess the light

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Dust of time

From the dust of time I shall await your coming

But still I am longing

Fake words spoken over my head

Can’t remember what was said

Heartfelt years of pain

Has driven this soul insane

A stick writes in the desert sand

Where be your hand

Sandy wind

Twist the word again

A knife I still try to remove

Given to me with love

Death kissed me and breathed life back into me

Whispers of

I’ll leave you be

Like a Ghost between the walls

Can anyone hear my calls?

Touched by a fake lovers still some sound

I let my body fall to this lonesome ground

By desert sand I loose

As vultures sings the death blues

Bye bye blue misty girl

Don’t cry for this world

No man can enter to this blue land

You’ll die before he’ll reach your hand

Bye bye sweet tasty flesh

You’ll have best in your rest

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Sleep sinks in

As sleep sink in

I hear the sweet angels sing

Golden words covered in holiness

I die while we kiss

Church of forgotten hopes

Will hang by their own ropes

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Vein of Gold

Blue vein of gold Turns to ice so cold Red lines of sadness

Turns to stone cold madness

Flip your coin of luck and hope While you clean your sins of with soap

Veins in despair Between heaven and care Blue blood of forsaken mist Solitude and emptiness

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Empty bed

Laying in this empty bed

I will love you with my very last breath

As the sight slowly fades away

I would only want to hear one thing said

That without me you will also be found dead

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Explosion of light matter

Like an explosion of light matter

You enter into a heart that has long last shattered

Tears red of blood and deep to the bone

Healing in a room all alone

Suddenly a burst of light

That was brought forth this night

As if the stars had given their ear

So did it appear

An explosion of light matter

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Rainbows at night

A thousands rainbows

Fly into the night sky

Into the universe they fly

Hearts getting reborn

Maybe a son of someone

Enough of being alone

Rainbows that grow into an overflow

And what do we have to show

Nothing but a colorless rainbow

A thousands tears

Ran away into darkness

Where they found happiness

Fingers of cruel deception

Rips out the vain of tension

Filled with lacerations

Rainbows of craziness where is my kiss

Or don’t you remember this

Nothing but empty promises

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Paradise’s illusions

From the swamp of paradise’s illusions

I drowned never to see a solution

Glassy tears shatter against the devils hand

While he sang

Blood drained slowly from my torso

As they watch this horror show

Come reaper gather up your souls

We shall do as we are told

With the flag of blame

We come with storms of shame

Pieces of glass piercing through my bloody vanes

Sweet devil bathe your body in my remains

Dirty swamp of paradise

I drowned away into your lies

Crucified by my own belief

I seek your swamp of sweet grief

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Glass cuts

Glass cuts into a skinned surface

Black tears falling from an angels face

I would tend to your wound

Under the sweet bloody full moon

Come thunder come rain

Let me drive away your heavenly pain

Earthly roses that lights up the Essen’s of you

I would make your dreams come true

Oh glass sweet glass

cut me

rip me apart

I will tear out my own heart

I cannot take away the pain already given

But neither can you friend

Let me tend to your wounds

Who was the foul that hurt you

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Bridge of lonely hearts

By the bridge of lonely hearts

I walk with an empty soul

Shivering all fallen apart

Holding my cold heart

Covered by mystic rivers

So no one sees me shiver

By this bridge of forsaken souls

We’ve all grown old

I ask why am I here

When no one wants me near

Or even care

Why am I here

A lost child in the gardens of Eden

I am In need of a friend

So by the bridge of lonely hearts

I lie all broken apart

Waiting for a kiss

That can break these

Chains under the mist

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Alter of sad stones

By an empty alter of sad stones

Lay their ancestors bones

Come gather your candle light

As we watch them pass over into the night

Incenses sweetens the air

As we live on with care

By an empty alter of sad stones

Bodies lay all alone

Priest where be thee

Their souls should be set free

So where be thee

The Charlie stands empty

By an empty alter of sad stones

My heart lays broken

Was this grace’s token

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Come one Come all

Come one Come all

Hear ye Hear ye

For I come from long ago

Which I think ye already know

But how can this be

She is born outside the walls of remedy

A body with a lost soul

Can contain all that has been told

Only in such a cocoon

Can spirits be reborn

Come one Come all

Let not silly words be your fall

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Scars

The scars have breached

Reached

Through my bones

Into my heart

All memories shatter and fall apart

The mirror broke into a thousand pieces

Destroyed the illusion and teased me

Tears turned from water to ice

Who could do this twice?

Blocked by memories sad shadow

Heart struck by a blow

Hidden scars bursting

Strings

Torn from within

From my heart

All love stories fall apart

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Heaven or hell

Heaven or hell

No one knows where I dwell

I’ve been pushed to the floor

Only to be beaten on some more

Blood has drained from my heart

And I have seen everything fallen apart

Mirrors break by the mere sight of my sadness

But this is nothing compared to the madness

Hollow to the bone

Heart left alone

Heaven or Hell

No one knows where I dwell

I was smashed into the wall

And ripped of my all

Tears was forced from my face

Painful thoughts had to be erased

Heart inside and behind the bone

Left hollowed and alone

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Passion and Hate

Existing in a world of passion and hate

But rarely a soul that hesitate

They are all walking

Meanwhile their lips keep flapping

Words of no hope or end

They say the same again and again

Dedicating a bit of their pressures time

Meanwhile everyone else keeps on dying

The reporter speaks his ‘story’

A little bit of hope and glory and then

Something boring

Entertain me is what they in silence say

Meanwhile they keep walking the other way

Off course I want to help, someone declares

To offer some public ‘care’

Send the money

Spend the money

Strip the tress from their inner

Watch the earth become so much thinner

Drunk in violence and black oil

Drunk in being spoiled

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Paradoxical behavior

There is this paradoxical behavior

In the mere presences of our nature

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Path of Pain

I have walked the path of pain

Seen the rooms of shame

and lost all that was to gain

yet I remain sane

please explain

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Seductive Words

Oh so seductive they can be

As they touch me

Lovely sweet rose

Standing in a different pose

White Angels cry the red tears

As they eat into their own fears

Oh so seductive this feeling can be

While one body bleeds

Lovely black wine

Where is the border line?

Oh so seductive their words can be

As they enter into me

Lovely sweet dying rose

Who only blossoms for those

Who will feed you blue

With false words of truth

Oh how I feel for you

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Something behind the trees

Something lies among the Forrest trees

Something which I cannot see

Yet its sent is finding me

A hollow sound from the ground

Small branches breaking

A hollow hunting sound

In despair I turn to see

Feel the deep eyes starring into me

An emotion of panic starts to emerge

I am merely a frightened girl

I try to flee this uncomfortable state

Desperately reaching for help

Something has a hold on me

Something from among the trees

My heart is racing

Almost exploding

As I run

I am afraid to turn

To see that something

Which is now hunting me

Yellow, white, black, green, and blue eyes

Looks as petrified

As me

When they flee

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The Last Ice

Standing on the last given Ice

This was the heavenly price

Now

Can we afford to pay such a debt?

Without surrounding to the dead

Oh sweet polar bear

Shameless

That we didn’t care

Please pay our debt

Lay down and ‘play’ dead

Birds get burned for being sick

Such hypocrites

Can this devil bend before thee

And ask once more to be free

I confess I am born in sin

From the start we are blinded

Learn to be sweet and kind

Who the hell fucked with our mind

Humans born in sin

Always blinded from within

And no ways to follow

Only those which seems so hollow

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Matter Meets

Exploding matter meets

Yet bound in a lovers defeat

Power among power

Their egos are tall like towers

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Corner of Da Vinci’s eye

She came from the corner of Da Vinci’s eye

Into the room of new kings she flied

Her light was only to be seen by the darkest drapes

Only reflecting her shadow in a unknown shape

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Chains of Despair

Here caught in chains of despair

I hear of no one who cares

Only whispers of empty emotions

Creeping toward me in slow motion

The walls are closing in

And yet I see no one who cares

Only the blood which falls from within

And the tears upon my chin

The beating of my heart

Is beating so much

As if it was breaking everything apart

The chains have grown into my skin

Absorbing

In despair I pull with all of my strength

But they won’t break

So here I sit

Caught in these chains of despair

With no one who cares

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Fallen into the abyss

I have fallen into the abyss

Of solitude and emptiness

I have fallen for a dream of a single kiss

Must I linger on among the shadows

Who is the soul that knows

Tears are bloody red

Deep in my head

Spinning a record of drunk illusions

Which filled my veins with deadly poisons

I have fallen to deep

For a dream that makes my heart leap

And now I long for something sweet

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A million thoughts

A bleeding heart that breaks apart

By a million thoughts

Drip drip sweet substance

Drip drip goes the romance

Blood floods the hall

I creep to my hollow wall

Ghosts keep me at bay

So here I stay

With a bleeding heart

There is no voice to shout

Cold spider’s web

Trapped inside my head

Redness paralyze my eyes

Broken by people that enjoy the lies

Dripping blood from my heart

Killed by my own thoughts

Drip drip the drops fall

Into the hollow halls

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©2012 By Karima Lachtane

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