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What Other WordsI am in love with you
as much as I will ever be.
And that is for as long as life
and all eternity.
As long as there are days and nights
with suns that rise and set.
And moons and stars to take away
the tears we would forget.
As far as all the rivers run
and oceans disappear
And there are mountains far away
that seem so very near.
As much as heart and mind and soul
Can give my love to you.
And my poor heart can utter now
my promise to be true.
I'm in love with you.
As much as God will let me be.
What other words can I tell you, love,
How much you mean to me?
My TearsI walked alone today
To the only place that reminds me of you
I stood there, waiting for something,
Something that never came true
And the tears I cried slowly fell to the ground
Then disappeared within the rain
And maybe someday, the tears I cry will make everything the same
I stood alone today
Thinking about what I would say to you if you were here
And if you were here, how would I feel?
What would I do?
Tears blurred my sight
And now, I know you'd see them plain
And maybe someday, the tears I cry will make everything them same
HopeHope is the Lifeblood of Healing,
Without it, humanity would die.
It nurtures our spirits and prods us on when we'd rather let problems lie
Hope rekindles our strength, renews our souls.
It's a flame of warmth and peace
We can bask in its glow and follow its light,
Until all the hurt and pain have ceased.
I can't imagine a world without hope,
A most dismal place that would be!
With hope in my heart, I know I'll be set free
One tear... dearly spent. (Act-I)
I see their faces, they, the unloved ones, dry eyes, no smiles, just a stark and desperate gaze, bereaved of care, hope, love.
Each little face gazing bleakly on through the fractured glass of a picture frame, but not at me...
I lay it down, gently. For I'll find no comfort in it, only remnant shards of a forgotten memory, one soon to pass with me long into the halls of eternity.
This the equal sum of all my years. One just memory, fare earned, bought at a fair price, one of ill deeds and a blackened soul.
I feel pain, for myself, for this world, for the last time. Also fear, so real to me now, that he, this dark loathsome one, would leave me behind.
Unwanted as unworthy, to remain here, a fool in purgatory.
The cold now grips me as if embraced by it, just as a mother would an inconsolable child.
I look into the deepest dark, and ask him. "What is Hell like?" He took no notice, and ask me for the time.
But his question went unanswered, for the
PetrichorI walk without an errand for the mind.
I must be homeless.
Neighboring enclaves separate our spaces,
belie their builders’ mirthless exhaustion.
Not even necessity can be blamed
for these mud-struck, brittle gourds,
these quick nests of vasculous organs
pulsing with their peculiar tyrannies,
briefly scuttling from their hovels
like sun refugees
darting into gleaming storefronts
waffled in concrete misery
all to forestall the end of their souls.
Where can we go when we only want to breathe?
Sitting in a park bench,
trillion-visioned, crowned with galaxies,
I can rest my weary invention.
I sense the weight of an unseen player,
a secret stratagem
as she moves her piece into the glade.
I’m set in place, yet unopposed.
Uncombined with lovers, children,
the slow parade of trees and heat,
I lay beside these stalwarts,
at once, still and hurtling
throughout the travesty of time.
I assemble a cumulus intelligence
near the playground,
threatening Summer with three days
She could have lived til 90Words spill so quickly from her lips
Wrapping around her pale throat like an intricate necklace
And as she rapidly-elegantly spits them- they squeeze her neck
At least no blood is being wasted as the words burn into her skin…
And she can’t breathe for a while now
While the magic is finishing up- taking some of her life as payment.
EnchantedA golden apple tang
Heralds summer's brightest fire
But I prefer to amble in
In the darkest corners
There are no haunted whispers
And only caramel shadows
Transfer daylight's memories
For unto me the stars
Snapping leaves leading moonlight
Are not my coldest lonely hour
But a renewal of soul
at lasti am terrified of death
the epithelia have been pierced
and eyelids rolled back
and i feel you.
two boys left crouching in an empty dressing room
after a scouring cold shower
face to face in opposing corners
RefugePlaces to go and places to see
Places to see and places to leave
Places that only last for a moment
Places that lasts for eternity
Places are hard to find now
Everything is stamped and yet hard to find
Hard to get in and hard to adapt
Try your best to fit in; join the crowd
Nothing but places for the world to blossom
Bars, clubs, and even cafes; need I go on?
Places to pay just to stay a moment
Places that calls themselves refuges
Places to just get away from all the chaos
All the chaos and imbalance of this world
Broken homes, broken dreams, broken hopes
A place just to get away from it all, all for your soul
Places that make you try hard to fit in
Places that have people armed to the teeth
Outsiders were never really welcomed here
Biting, clawing, and tearing down piece by piece
Need I go on? These places are not refuges
These places are chaotic as a broken home
Need I go on? I have all day
I know of a place; a place of true refuge
Down the road and past some trees
Every Thursday nig
Damaris: Foreign GodWhat is this message that you bring,
what is this "good news" that you preach?
Who is this strange God from afar -
and what should it matter to me?
We are Greeks - we have our gods,
more gods than you.
What's a foreign god to me?
Your story's nice -
but what's it to me?
But you say
was always there,
even when I did not see Him.
has always cared
for all the world
even though we did not know it -
for this God
is the creator
and all mankind is his -
is the sustainer,
who provides for all that is.
This is no foreign God
but the one true God of all -
and that's why it matters to me.
is the one who made me.
is the one who knew me
before I even knew myself.
cares not only for one people -
for all the peoples on earth are His.
In Him we live,
in Him we move,
in Him we have our being -
is the true God
Sweet JoyAll alone
Huddling in a prison cell
Made by self rejection
Afraid of what the world holds
Curled into a tight ball
Silently waiting for change
Light walks in
Stands her on her feet
"Let me romance you"
Takes her gently by the hand
Into the arms of Love
They waltz together
Creating a valley of peace
Beloved once again
ScarsScars on my hands,
On my heart, on my soul
Though the redness fades over time,
The flesh of the hideous marks remains tough
The scabs are like war wounds
Covering gaping holes and small scratches earned in battles fought
On the front lines of life
Where family, friends, and I collide
The weapons are atomic
They seen harmless as they lay dormant
Then words, actions and emotions turn deadly at the hands of an enemy
When the smoke clears, the damage is revealed
Rebuilding a life isn't easy
The scars are a constant bitter reminder
Though wounds are old,
The pain returns with each look in the mirror
Pain is a strange lover
Providing escape, offering sweet numbness
And at the same time, pushing me further and further into isolation
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