I PACE my life in measured stride
and face my strive — pleasure aside
and though I know the pain of love
it soothes the ache within my soul
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I PACE my life in measured stride
and face my strive — pleasure aside
and though I know the pain of love
it soothes the ache within my soul
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MY reproduction of love
so precise in detail
your sister distorted
intentionally ordered
Some say you are a fake
but truth becomes your right
in hyperreal distortion
I claim you as my own
Millennium have tried
to reproduce true nature
but in my century of pose
such claims took hold
Sorrowful metallic tears unfold
— facing naked prejudice
life is complete! — besides
composition of carbon or steel
You live but don’t breath
and eat but don’t thirst
and sleep but don’t dream
complete me you complete you
Some have asked a famous line:
do androids dream
of electric sheep
yes and more — such is love
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‘IF’ — the word of choice
for ‘Us” to be the most
separated by option…
An illusion for confusion
Remove the mind —
and receive the soul
How many lovers stumble
broken syntax in motion
a bruise makes the heart humble
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I prefer pain to death
even in deep regret
Over frozen feelings
that flee summer’s breath
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I PLANT myself within your mind,
That covers itself with your beauty,
You, unknowing, allow me to seep toward —
That vessel you carry within your chest
I plant myself within your mind,
Aching to light a fire within your heart
You, catching yourself refrain from me —
That vessel within me sinks to darkened depths
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WHEN days become memories
and shadows feel no more
Stand beside me my love
and tell me of sweet tomorrows
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Feelings reeling
Nails tearing
Tears shedding
Chest heaving
You forget promises
Let kisses die – wind
I begin again
Such lost – no regain
I fly like butterfly
Nectaur sings to me
Sun play my color
Display love no other
Nature whores lovers
Bass beat me under
Earbuds love my canal
Skin so soft pillow cover
Wash me away in fantasy
Satin sheets cover
My secret love with you
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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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