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You spoke to me with saddened eyes,
Head nods & shakes,
Shrugged shoulders & quivered lips.
When tears started to fall
My heart ripped and tore
It self on jagged pieces of magnify glass.
Left helpless I wiped tears away
Just to have my hand swatted away like
Pesky flies in the middle of summer.
I rubbed your hand to show I was there
But was left with rejection as you moved it
Away from reach.
So I shall sit here and stare at the moon
Waiting for the gloom to pass
As you set your mind up
For simple repair.
Head nods & shakes,
Shrugged shoulders & quivered lips.
When tears started to fall
My heart ripped and tore
It self on jagged pieces of magnify glass.
Left helpless I wiped tears away
Just to have my hand swatted away like
Pesky flies in the middle of summer.
I rubbed your hand to show I was there
But was left with rejection as you moved it
Away from reach.
So I shall sit here and stare at the moon
Waiting for the gloom to pass
As you set your mind up
For simple repair.
Literature
Hope, Strength, Faith, Love
Consumed with greed,
Indulged with wealth,
Brainwashed with power,
Procreating ailment,
By lacking dexterity.
Ensuing half lit souls,
Facing turmoil,
Overthrown with ache,
Yearning for peace.
Despite misfortune,
Infuse hope,
Possess strength,
Acquire faith,
Understand love;
Condone tragedy,
Evade inequality,
Hope for beatitude,
Strength must conquer;
Strive to achieve,
Accept and believe.
Literature
Of Love and Passion
He talks of love
of passion;
of the physical expression
of that love.
He longs for her touch
and tells of her lithe body
being slave
to his long lean fingers.
How they tangle up
in the sheets becoming
one person.
He knows love is of the mind;
it is of the soul.
His heart knows it's soulmate.
He knows that their sparring,
even when they argue,
is a love language.
He knows that those words,
even spoken in anger,
are a prelude to passion.
The music of love comes from
the mind and the dance of love
is of the body.
He longs to fulfill her
to fill her with himself.
As he slips inside her warmth
he longs for her to be i
Literature
I Am
I Am
The killing words
spill from my mouth
like acid washed anger
You promised life, certainty--
happiness
[Who are you?]
[I am]
a regurgitated perception
a stolen contradiction
this year's
featured model
[Who are you?]
[I am]
on the path
through my darkest days
all I see is destruction
through the hazy,
crucified part of
my machinery
[Who are you?]
[I am]
trying to understand
the chapters of
a domineering stranglehold
carved into me
[I am]
reaching for the truth--
seeking something new
I will be here
after you move on
I will be here
when the story ends
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Ah, sitting, wishing, waiting on that certain somebody. I think we all can relate.