Salafi's blog: "I write bad poetry when I'm tired"

What thoughts are these that pervade my senses? Alien and unknown these feelings have made a home Beside caustic wit and false intentions, the usual defenses. Taking root within my soul, these thoughts threaten to make me whole. Knock down the walls and be exposed. Barricades built with years of struggle. Stand your ground and bear the pain. Take in the world love lust and shame. Through her I see the secret disease The malady which brings me to my knees Her smile her eyes her frail disguise Happiness and new life dance beneath those pools Born again from love lust and passion Sense a world where all is right, the man I want to be; by her side

Now I know in my final days that I should have shown her in bolder ways the simple fact that she set my soul ablaze Day in and out her quietly prays that she will met his eyes with a loving gaze trickery and deceit are the games she plays yet by her side he loyally stays does she know its with his heart she plays? Spending his time in the shifting maze he must discover the secret of where her heart lays the highest cost is one he gladly pays

Whips crack and bottoms cry glorious, hanging naked in the sky. Hemp stretched taught over sumptuous flesh. striking and proud against diaphanous mesh. pleasure for pain, so much to be gained when the one you love is so firmly restrained.

Placid cool, calm and unchanging Thoughts are broad deep and wide ranging So much more than most can tell; look upon my private hell These walls stand tall against the world Lone spire within, banners unfurled A silent declaration to the world Placing feet in shifting sand Force your self to take the stand So much more than most can tell; look upon my private hell Breaking stride to stem the tide Make a home where others fear to reside A silent declaration to the world Face the fury of both time and fate Be the one to whom so few can relate So much more than most can tell; look upon my private hell Cold calm and unfeeling let none see the truth Skills honed with practice in the days of my youth A silent declaration to the world So much more than most can tell; look upon my private hell

Feel not, for it is in feeling that you will find pain. The key is to drive feeling form your soul and place it unto another; for it is the pain of others that you must enjoy if you are to thrive in this world.

I died in my sleep but I dreamt I was real, in this new life I found I couldn’t feel. It was so hard to deal with the world that was real but my dream was the best world I wish it were real. I would steal reality to substitute my own for a life where I’ve grown but feelings are unknown. Would I still have shown so little of my own when hearts don’t have sensations are they still so reluctant? All my decisions are made with precision to limit my exposure I ended before it was meant to be over. What I could have been remains to be seen what does it all mean, time flows in a stream. In the ebb and flow I still do not know, time passes around me and its sure to drown me. The world, it moves all around me and it too will drown me, in the sorrow and pain lives bent towards material gain. Bankrupting the soul again and again we are no longer men but shadows of men, there and then when when when will it end, will it end, will it end, in a bang or a blast in a fire so fast, gasoline and power the fuel of the hour. Taste it sour victory but no shower of love, there’s nothing up above. This world is our last first once and only, wont let fear control me. You should get to know me, I’ll show you the whole me and if and only you’ll hold me I’ll promise you this you wont miss the hole in your soul that’s filled by the real me. It’s a deal we can be real free, only then will you feel me.

I am you, and you are me, and this is how its going to be be, we are lovers glued to the tv This is all we're going to see, this is how its going to be Feeling free in the world will be, a secret prison we'll never see Drifting along in and endless sea, lovers glued to the tv Living through this media spree, yearning to know what it means to be free