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A STOLEN moment
from god tears my
soul asunder
Reveling folly between
the epic battles
we cherish
Love, pain,
death and birth
that colors humanity
The fire
and destruction
shape our destiny
Flesh and blood
the currency of
this world
An unseen audience
watches from the
hidden dimensions…
We are
the grand theater
for all angelic creatures!
They marvel at our
strength to struggle
in bodily form
The isolation is
unbearable and manifests
in disease
We, the true Kings
and Queens
teach the heavens…
We teach what is compassion
and true evil
in broad strokes
And save the God-head
from Eternal oblivion
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LITTLE dove who loves the skies above
beneath your wings I bring your knees
We smother each other in bed for days
Satin white betrays the deed of love
Compassion demands the brute in me
I take and you give — we share in need
Human nature constricts the deed
in words and concepts it describes
and takes away the element of nature
We lock our eyes on each others soul —
smell, touch, sweat, and deep desire
and release the spark that makes us
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The measure of a man — not in his salary
In fact his currency is determined in fortitude…
pain and diversity being the true benchmark of maturity
The bedrock of conviction in his determination of decision
disallows the change of course by those who shout and defer
He is the oak tree that stands after torrential rains and wind
The measure of a man — not in height or fashionable wear
His walk tells the tale in sure stride and measured steps
Each footfall a thunderous testimony of his path in life
To those that know him praise the undying conviction of life
represented by his acts of compassion for love of family
God is his anchor and his ship sails the vast ocean of ‘Now’
The measure of a man — not in his house nor his title
but the little ones that gather at his feet at day’s end
and a loving woman that understands she is his reason to live
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Happiness is not predicated
upon him saying, “Yes”
but rather, you accepting
his response…
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Be courteous of others
While you steal your dreams
from the bank of life
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How is now living today
within the noose of life
Considering lesser things
would brighten one’s day
FAN-
TI-
SIES
DE-
VOUR
UN-
PLEASANTRIES
Sleep catches the hook
upon which dreams rest
Piercing the back of skin
I dangle in twisting bliss
AN-
GUISH
NEEDS
NO-
THNG
TO EX-
IST
You make this all go away
When your kiss touches my fire
Upon my knees broken glass bleeds
A fine line between pain and pleasure
SA-
DISTIC
NEEDS
BEGGING
PLEA-
SANTRIES
But for now the hiss of eternal night
embraces the fears of my broken soul
Where no man’s land presses my mind
Against a rock and your cold wet skin
LO-
SEN
THE
ROPE
LETTING
ME FALL
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MANY times more than twice have I seen
the ghosts of family, friends and then…
some whose faces that I did not know
Quaintly, with ethereal elegance they are
silky touch, feather breath, and opal eye
Outside of the tick-tock of father time
It is most inappropriate to ask of them
to state their business or intended pleasure
extend your politeness over scorn I say
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If by wind love blows this way
I choose to sway into bliss this day
and miss the hassel of life
And if fear betrays my path
muster an angel whose strength
portrays my great passion
For life and love
and the woman adored
by my heart forever more
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