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Velid Mulić

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Dedo’s Tragedy

Dedo’s Tragedy

Someone has extinguished the flame of life
all that lays before me is an abyss of emptiness
my strength and my love have left this world
all within a week
I have gone with them
yet my body remains
so numb and lost to the world around me

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I’m on a journey which began before me
Oh the wondrous nights I’ve seen
Some friends have stopped along the way
for their time on the path saw its end of day

To those who’ve joined me I urge
Though your steps are new
your on a journey which began before you
Promise me you’ll hear me talk
and only stop when there are new feet
willing and able to walk forward

To the rest of you
Pipe down and listen up
I stand before you with conviction in my heart
Hear my words with the blood of your veins
I am a leader and we are the present
Look at their faces
Let their image burn into your soul
Where you see them, there is light
Where you see them, there is strength
So embrace them with your hearts
because they are time itself
and time can only be pleasant to those who love it

When you see the trees begin to grow
nurture them some more
lest they give up and whither away

I wonder which is harder
to find the lost man or
to find the man who knows where he is

I saw myself staring at death
and to my surprise
welcomed him
not in sadness
but in peace and love

From Mecca

From Mecca

I am writing from the center of the world
a world ravaged by war
where even women and children are not spared
the civilian death toll rising higher and higher

I am writing from the center of the world
where decisions are made with intense greed
the few rich men own all the wealth
and countless live with an eternal need

I am writing from the center of the world
where respect for the individual ends with the individual
the only person who matters is me
and no thought that investment in others is residual

I am writing from the center of the world
to express how ignorant we all are
that we’re missing a love for one another
we are all one whether we live near or far

I am writing from the center of the world
asking you to come join me
realize how irrelevant every issue is
because over here exists a peaceful unity you see

I am writing from the center of the world
in hopes you find your way here too

Sorry I Haven’t Written In a While

Sorry I Haven’t Written In a While

I’ve been meaning to write for a while
thoughts found shelter in the depths of my mind
pumping emotions through my body
I might just explode

You see, cause I’ve preached and I’ve preached
“let your words leave your tongue
enter the air with the reckless abandon
of all the pain from when it was lodged in your throat”

Words, words can change a nation
it can empower the masses
burn mountains and build something of its ashes
but so long as they remain tucked inside
you must reconcile
that your body will come docile
to a hooded man with a body of bones
all cause you refuse to eject
the poison filling in your lungs

I’ve been meaning to write for a while
about what keeps me up at night
a fear that’s left me petrified
and I’m truly sorry I haven’t

Am I a Fool

Am I a Fool

Sometimes I wonder if you feel it too

I wonder if-when I walk in a room-
your simply silky smooth skin grows texture

How often does your breath just slip away
and the color of roses rush your cheeks

Do you ever lose control of your lips
and your teeth bite down against each other

When you see my face has your heart found home?
Cause I must know if I’m a fool alone

Or is my heart filled with a heavy stone

Beckon My Soul

Beckon My Soul

I hear the beckon of a land deep in my soul
for once, it’s not my motherland,
but the land of my people

I’ve heard stories of this land
where the beacon of Light burned
and great men have carried its torch far & wide

In this land,
one feels home on their first step
and some even contempt to meet the angel of death

Here lies the crossroads of civilization
every man-short, tall, rich, poor, insignificant, powerful
every single one belongs in one brotherhood

I hear the beckon of a land deep in my soul
for once, it’s not my motherland,
but the land of my people

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