love
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I pore over words as I would your body Slowly, taking it all in and reading between the lines And absorbing, every little facet and detail Getting the very most out of thing, that I see Laid out there right before me Appreciating the touch and the texture Paper is like skin to me, smooth,…
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I can be loquacious from time to time Letting thoughts spill from my mind Talking just a little too much Filling silent voids, yet thinking, shut up! It’s a flaw sometimes, maybe it’s nerves Or maybe unease in those moments When nothings being said at all So I become loquacious with talk that is small,…
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Can you hear my heart beat? Can you hear it pound? You make me feel like this Whenever you’re around Summer time and the temperatures are rising high Summer sun clothes get short, less and tighter And you carry this off so well That you put me under Your love spell. Can you hear my…
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Some supercilious types always think that they are right, think that we are lowly and that they are on high, I give no heed to their meanderings If it help’s to know I will not be pandering, to these peoples deluded dreams for I am the type who believes passionately in an equal society, I…
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Stillness is a place of calm In a world of chaos It is the tranquil bliss In a maelstrom of being A proclivity towards harmony Rather than positing the frantic Stillness is self control Over falling apart When we are still we see more clearly. When in chaos we are blind When stillness we find…
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Some treat life like their car The buff up the body They keep it shiny and sparkling The pimp up the look with be dazzling accessories And show it off to all And yet they care not one jot about what makes it work Under the bonnet because they claim not to understand it Then…
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Life the cracked mosaic The experience of being human The journey from seed to dust That is based in dualistic agony and ecstacy Where love is everything Yet we choose to experience so much hate Where happiness is always freely available Yet we choose so much suffering In a world so easy to care and…
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The kiss of new lips this is bliss Something that we miss That vibrancy the passionate The warmth and the taste of it The sharing of breaths The soliciting of tongues The feelings and emotions getting strong The embrace and the hands that cling so tight Into the arms we don’t want to fight Just…

