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Daily Archives: December 28, 2018
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Protected: I am sorry
Posted at 7:16 pm , on December 28, 2018
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Protected: I Want Something
Posted at 5:12 pm , on December 28, 2018
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Protected: Who I Am
Posted at 4:02 pm , on December 28, 2018
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Some Wonder
Posted at 2:20 pm , on December 28, 2018
If is where we go
Could they really always know
For their LOVE we grow
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One Words
Posted at 2:09 pm , on December 28, 2018
In
the
dead
of
winter
she
said
good-bye,
but
it
wasn’t
nearly
as
cold
as
the
sentiment
he
had
grown
upon
to
rely.
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Was This The Plan
Posted at 1:53 pm , on December 28, 2018
Hurt the other
so the pain
might buffer the wane
that wonder of
why, how, when
whatever it might be
a necessary end
between two evils
meant to accentuate
beauty
for in elegance
in love
indeed that sweet resonate caress
is often found
the agony
we do wish to move beyond
… and we did that without a finish …
doors open to reveal this our illusion
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Hate
Posted at 12:53 pm , on December 28, 2018
When
hate
becomes our wanted respite,
not the word
really
just the spillage,
the need
to empty our soul
such energy
uglies the mind
such a degree we may no longer know
or
imagine what we once
adored
sweet elegance,
soft mystique
whispers
this certain
love
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Real Eyes
Posted at 8:46 am , on December 28, 2018
I was in love.
Have you known love?
Not simply
the paltry shit of seductive words
privacy
we feign ourselves here …
only the real eyes
where soul awaits
an acknowledgement
two heart intermingling.
I am in love,
I know,
this morning the ache is
real
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Waking With Purposeful Shades
Posted at 8:11 am , on December 28, 2018
I don’t wish to see the lightonly the shadow
of my quiet reality
me and my animal now
her eyes
just love
no agenda drawn
a quiet wonder of some seeming
loyalty
not feigned
no imagination
just silent breathing
waiting
perhaps there is wonder
yet she will
always know
always be
always … awaiting me
always she may trust my presence
always here.
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End Role
Posted at 12:55 am , on December 28, 2018
I know this woman,
she carries the heart of a compassion
hidden by
societal
demand; however, I reaped the fruit
of her sweet mystique
and now trust her complete
muse
in carrying my soul forward …
such is harmony
in love
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