Two Hearts, One Love
One life
Is finite
Two are
Constantly
Recombining
In infinite
Possibility...
They free
Each other
The way
Of lovers
Escaping past
The sentinel
Of eternity...
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Leave It To My Senses
Leave it to my senses
And the darkness of a room,
For I have no reflection
And my eyes refuse to see
The light if day or love
Or memory-so extinguished
Is the lamp that once
Brightened my life with purpose! ...
Myself, so outward changed
That I seem not to maintain
A singular character apart
From all others
Who, separately, take their cue
From placement and environment,
Each by turn but tell me-
Did you expect another me? ...
Another page, another grave
For yesterday's treasured-
The sustaining pursuit
Or a self-made uncertainty
Of a need for growth and be free.
What does it mean-but me
Or you-alive with possibility,
Owning nothing to the past but this?
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Monster Called Depression
Where do I go and where can I hide
That monster called depression is lurking inside
I work so hard to make it go away
Like a hovering cloud that wants to stay
Grasping to the edge of a deep black abyss
Have to look to the light and not reminisce
Got to keep so busy so I don't think
About the terrors of the past, once upon the brink
So long ago, when I couldn't be me
Where my soul was imprisoned and I could not free
My being bound to him through fear and shame
An animal held my life hostage, it's no longer his game!
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What Can I Say?
What is now?
What brings today this day
That makes yesterday past
And sorrows gone away?
Tomorrow but a day
In the future-maybe
It will come
To you the same as me...
The air of other life
Beckons me to follow
It pushes -like the wind
From behind...
I and my faculties
Contemplate ideas
Of challenging the mind
Further on...
Opportunity is
The first prerogative
This moment
To grasp, to hold, to live...
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Still thinking of you
In this summer night
I am still thinking about you...
Without any disdain...
Fragments of thoughts
Spill over to paper floors...
Fragments of internal life
Honoring the mind and heart
With inscriptions of free
And unrestrained imaginations
While still thinking about you...
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Time For A Change
No, my friend,
You are not my rival!
Now it is your turn
To deal with the shadow
I left behind long ago,
I have already been there....
Even though it sounds no fair,
There is no chance of return,
Since of that tormented past I let go...
I have become a true survival
And my life is taking a new trend
Without any hesitation,
Setting up the foundation,
Of new and clearly path to follow,
Patiently awaiting for
A new love's arrival...
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Dont You Think It's Time?
children have rights,
women have rights.
lovers have rights.
people of all religions,
and even atheists have rights.
people of all colors,
speaking every language have rights.
trees and rivers have rights.
cats and dogs have rights.
cattle have rights,
homeless people have rights.
prisoners have rights.
democrats and republicans have rights,
even socialists have rights.
the jobless have rights,
old people have rights...
and the hungry have
the right to be fed!
damnit! dont you think it's time?
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A Life's Stage
Leave me to my senses
And the darkness of a room,
For I have no reflection
And my eyes refuse to see
The light even if a day or love,
Or memory-so extinguished,
Is the lamp that once
Brightened my life with purpose...
Myself-so outward changed,
That I seem not to maintain
A singular character
Apart from others,
Who, separately, take their cue
From placement and environment,
Each by turn-but tell me-
Did you expect another me?
Another page, another grave
For yesterday's treasure-
The sustaining pursuit
Or a self-made uncertainty,
Of a need for growth or freedom-
What does it mean- but me
Or you- alive with possibility
Owning nothing to the past but this?
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Self Image
Territory
Who's
Am I on? ...
There is but
One
Proprietor...
How could I be
Trespassing
Here? ...
I just wonder!
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So Now I Am Free
So now I am free-
I stay up half the night
Then sit in coffee shops
Drinking coffee-
I don't care what it tastes like,
Writing poetry...
I know the instant I try to get up
I will fall asleep-
The action would be too abrupt,
There are but interludes
Which interpose
And interrupt...
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asylum In Infinite Isolaton’
'ASYLUM IN INFINITE ISOLATON’
esspeecee
# Tired,
Exhausted,
Plethora of:
- ado, din, bustle –
- every where. #
# Human ‘mine’,
Explodes everywhere,
Tears, disables, cripple –
My solitude. #
# Confine in
Undiscovered isle
Make rapport with
- weaves,
- ripples,
- surfs.
Hear – their melody
- subtle,
- occult,
- yet eloquent. #
# Or,
Undress mantel of mind
- to embrace ‘solitude’
- in altar of infinite ‘I’
- within my finite ‘me’.
Build cocoon,
- safely get lost
- within it. #
# Or,
Dive to get dissolved
In the ocean of solitude,
To be one
With her. #
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And the was
And the was like it never had been
As if it is forgotten to be a never happen
It drifts away into the far mists of the past
Lovers first sight, zeal rapture and the engulfing lust
Time is a generous entrepreneur it let us grow old
The memories will be encapsulated in thin fragile patina
Being dappled with daily events unlikely attendants in our arena
Thus the was story never happened its shadow flickers into me cold
It is the world habit that love asks more than life can give
And once this lesson learned all essence is earned
Yet in its self web of fantasy and dreams love is its own fugitive
Rebellious, tenacious, delirious unwilling to give or to bend
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To The Woman In The Shadow
If it ceases to be yours
When you cease to be you
Then what is yours
And who are you
To tell me where to go
Or where I cannot sleep
Or what you own?
Sorry so-called love,
Try the next guy...
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Simple Thought
Waiting...
Just until
Someone comes
To claims me...
Nature's
Mutation
Tossed away
From all care...
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You Will Go To A Place
One day you will go to a place
And I will not be there
Maybe by spring you will sit
Next to motionlessness
Brokenhearted
Deeply thinking about me
But I will not be there...
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A Drink
With glass, I am a man – or so I think! –
A role to play when blessed with courtly drink:
A gin or two, then vintage port or wine
To pep me up and gift me with a shine.
I know it’s false, as I now must depend
Upon my daily shots with open end.
Insidious, it all becomes routine
To beg a drink each day for self-esteem.
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Life life life life life life is drink
Life life life life life life the brink
Life life life life life life is drink
Life life life life life life the brink
Life life life life life life is drink
Life life life life life life the brink
Life life life life is on the brink
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You Won't Last
You won't last
In this sleep
If your forgetfulness
Be a halo of beauty
And if your heart wants
Only one complaint
That will be sufficient...
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Reflecting On Independence
We have freedom living every day, a liberty no man can take away,
Not the rights, a nation may give, in the land that one may now live,
It is a freedom they cannot herald, a freedom apart from this world,
The freedom Christians speak of, that comes from our Lord above.
Dispensed by The Lord and Creator, to all who come to The Savior,
A freedom in our Lord Jesus Christ, granted to us for all of this life,
Once we accept Christ in our heart, God’s Liberty shall never depart,
When in Christ, you become free; God’s Liberty carries into Eternity.
A nation’s laws we have now learned, by leaders can be overturned,
When by evil, they are driven; to repeal rights men were once given.
Under assault is our Godly Faith, we receive, strictly through Grace,
We see many rights slipping away, as moral laws continue to decay.
Rights established by any nation, lack a firm and Godly Foundation,
The laws built upon shifting sand, in coming days just will not stand,
As the nation faces amoral blight, as immorality then becomes right,
With righteousness all in the past, personal freedom just will not last.
Reflecting on Independence friend, will our Personal Freedoms end?
Here, where our fathers achieved, the liberty, we as citizens received,
It is times like this we are assured, of the Freedom in Christ our Lord,
That no nation can take from us, once in Christ we have put our trust.
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God himself
He whom you can explicitly see is not God,
And he who was the strongest; without the most
minuscule form appearing even in flaming sunlight; was
not one of God’s infinite disciples; but God
himself....
He whom you can profoundly feel is not God,
And he who was entirely ungraspable; without even
leaving an untidy footprint after majestically
traversing on soil; was not one of God’s infinite
disciples; but God himself....
He whom you could magnificently create is not God,
And he who exists in an incomprehensibly fathomless
myriad of forms; was not one of God’s infinite
disciples; but God himself....
He whom you can profusely imagine is not God,
And he who remains perpetually obscure even after
floating in each particle of the exotic atmosphere;
was not one of God’s infinite disciples; but God
himself....
He whom you can vividly dream about is not God,
And he who propelled every brain to think beyond
corridors of the unbelievably extraordinary; was not
one of God’s infinite disciples; but God himself...
He whom you can coin your destiny with is not God,
And he who was maneuvering the lives of boundless at
the mere tip of his little finger; was not one of
God’s infinite disciples; but God himself.....
He whom you can cremate is not God,
And he who was immortally living; since unprecedented
centuries ago even before this earth was created; was
not one of God’s infinite disciples; but God
himself...
He whom you can admire is not God,
And he who was bestowing an everlasting labyrinth of
beauty every unfurling second; was not one of God’s
infinite disciples; but God himself...
He whom you can wholeheartedly cry for is not God,
And he who was incessantly replacing tears of all
mankind with omnipresent smiles; was not one of God’s
infinite disciples; but God himself......
He whom you can bid a celestial adieu is not God,
And he who was spawning countless for every entity
withering; was not one of God’s infinite disciples;
but God himself.....
He whom you can fabulously describe is not God,
And he was all Omniscient; having already embodied the
scriptures of holy tomorrow even before the world had
begun; was not one of God’s infinite disciples; but
God himself....
He whom you can devotedly chant till times beyond
eternity is not God,
And he who irrefutably steered every lip on this
globe; to propagate the essence of benevolent
existence; was not one of God’s infinite disciples;
but God himself....
He whom you can belligerently fight for is not God,
And he who evolved the most marvelously wonderful
species of creation called “Man”; was not one of God’s
infinite disciples; but God himself....
He whom you perpetually kept close to your chest was
not God,
And he who made every single heart throb for the
person it loved; was not one of God’s infinite
disciples; but God himself....
He whom you witnessed blossoming was not God,
And he who stood taller than the Sun; to illuminate
every miserably darkened cranny of trembling soil; was
not one of God’s infinite disciples; but God
himself.....
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Sincerely
What you feel
Is not illusion
Only shadowed
By confusion
Two eyes cry
For one solution
Desperate for
Resolution...
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What You Feel
What you feel
Is not illusion
Only shadow
By confusion
Two eyes cry
For one solution
Desperate for
Resolution...
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