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The Path of Love

My love softly walks with my heart in hand
down a path that will lead 
to the center of my being.
In the windows that are my loves eyes
I can see the promise of all tomorrows.
With the caress of a hand a declaration
of what is yet to come.
Warm sultry words are gently spoken
yet strong enough to penetrate
all walls of fear or hesitation.
Lips swollen with loves need now dire
burn in me a path of fire.
Heart to heart and flesh to flesh
two souls meet in loves pyre.
The symphony of mind and soul 
rise and fall with unquenching amplitude.
Like the cadence beat of a kettle drum
two hearts beat as one.
As emotions soar to the pinnacle of
celestial firmament all time seems suspended.
Then like an artesian well love explodes
consuming the two souls that lay within.
As a chalice passed each luxuriates in the
liquid pearls that lay therein.
The rapture now complete gently settles
to peaceful bliss as the two now bask 
in the afterglow side by side 
with hearts in hand.










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Choosing the Path of Most Resistence

Don't fall through the cracks,
through the floorboards
past the pipes
hot water hissing
grey metallic stun gun dull.
Don't land on the basement steps,
slipping on down
bumping the back bone
breaking the fall
with your body gone white like you know it so well.
Don't let the swallow of house
and of home
consume you
in solitude's
greedy embrace
Don't wish the outside
would stop looking in
and impute ugly motives
to trees and to flowers
who have your best interest
in chlorophyll hearts.
Don't taste the floors
on your way down to hiding
Don't dine on splinters
and varnish and wine
Don't master silence
when no one is looking
Don't close your eyes
and pretend you are fine.
Don't slip on sentences
you uttered years ago
down in the basement
in pipes 
steaming hot
Don't waste your sentiments
or your existence
on hiding the fact
that you are
what you're not
Don't laugh at paintings
with eyes that console you
on walls that you hung
last July on a whim
Don't think the walls
don't expect you
to call them
if you are in trouble
and losing your color from somewhere within
Don't apply pressure
to fissures in floorboards
to fit your way through
and become 
what you lose
It's a lot stronger
to stand and absorb it-
surroundings adore you,
implore you to chose.

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FORGOTTEN PATH OF LOVE



littered twigs now stale unlike past season, enhanced by rapture of air whistling shades of veiled light hide her bloomed navel with child on path of forgotten love hunched eyes fall on ground clawing moonstruck reveries of how he betrayed night's trust fetus kicks gently stirring her to warm hope's dream for new life cradled by womb ........ Forgotten Contest for Susan

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A Path Un Traveled ( Part 4 )

Vultures surround me, glaring at my ebony“ unsaved Soul“, Squawking, waiting for the
“Feast of Death”
The Sallow Sky envelopes me, destroying  all thoughts of  Eternity , a Love tear falls with-in 
my last Breath
Where are the Stars, the Moon, the Sun, LIFE? : I stand alone  scarred and scared ; “I want 
to go Home” 
See the glory of Mother Nature, touch the Robe of Father Time : To Write myself out of this 
Horrible Poem

Inspired By the POEM  “  If you can’t be a poet, be the POEM “  By Dr. Ram Mehta
Dedicated To  “ Dr. Ram Mehta “ ( My Literary Advisor) through His Comments to my Work

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A Path For Lovers

Beneath the glowing satellite, 
a path for lovers grew. 
So I set off and followed it 
in hopes to find love too. 

I wandered down meandrous roads 
that twisted and crisscrossed, 
but could not find love anywhere, 
that wayward feeling, lost. 

The light that once in music rose 
faded and suddenly 
bedimmed the tracks and hid the way, 
at least it did for me. 

What of the orb that's sung about 
mysterious and praised, 
if it can hardly shed or keep 
that light for lovers raised? 

Perhaps the moon drifts here and there 
as broken hearts will do, 
finding it hard to stay afloat 
because it's lonely too. 

I wonder if that mystic sphere 
will light the path and when 
or if in fact there really is 
a way to love again.

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A Path of Sanity



Wandering aimlessly through life…
Scars of memories drop like a knife… 
Forks in the road where I always went straight…
Misguided souls who I would frequently debate…
My hands would feel their way into temptation…
While my feet stepped over contemplation…
Endless visions that my eyes drink in…
But always playing on the border of sin…
Till I pick a side that can hold my sanity…
I’ll just walk in a world without vanity…


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The Path of Redemption

I always wished it was easy to acquire happiness, 
but it’s moments like the one I’m facing, 
that strengthens my emotions and builds my character. 

Nothing is appreciated nor gained from easiness. 
It’s the difficulties of this situation,
that brings out the best in me, 
while taking me closer to my joy.

So in reality…with all the twists and turns, 
I pass ’round those rumored curves,
letting the path guide me through the unknown, 
Knowing this desolate heart, will be lead back to you.

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The Path I Choose

    As I was walking down lifes ' road one bright and sunny morn.
I espied up ahead in the crossroads a  black haired  beauty,
her dark locks blowing in the warm breeze.
There was a bewitching smile playing about her lips
and green eyes you could get hopelessly,happily,lost in.
I took up her hand because it  seemed what I was born to do.
With that touch as our fingers entwined
my question was answered, yes this is home and where I belong.
We walked along for a while, enjoying the day and each others company.
As of a sudden,dark clouds gathered on the horizon,
the winds howled,thunder exploded and lightening streaked the sky.
Fear crept into the light of those eyes,and a single tear.
Gently I took her into my arms and held her close.
For you see this is what I was meant to do.
I held her tight until the storm clouds passed 
and the sky once again turned vibrant blue.
Once again we walked down lifes' road  and presently,
came to a fork one road to two.
Reluctantly I let go her hand,and started down my path
and she hers.
Stopping and turning I held out my hand.......
Come take my hand,take a chance.
Our paths are one,there are no lights ,signs,obstacles or pot holes.
For this road leads straight to my heart.
  

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The Path of the Willow Trees

I staggered over the stones, Stumbled over the craggy hollows; Treading the ground beneath my feet. With you I long to be, Before my wavering heart stills. Old ruins dark beneath the moon, The muffled sounds of the night, They pale and melt in the moonlight. A soft strain of music, As it stole up from your heart; Your touch upon my cheek, a gentle breeze; I step up lightly to kiss you, Amid the shadows of the trees... My eyes dreamy and dazed in the mist. The earth where I'll lie, it's cold as stone, That part of the earth in me; The path of the willow trees, Where you serenade me. Where two souls illumine in the fog, Blessed by the heavens and the earth; Wreaths of silver shadows and damp, As flow rivers pouring rain, Releasing the storm inside me, When you take me in your arms. I hear you in my heart, I hear you whispering.. my name. For Anthony Slausen's Contest: 'The Scent of Your Soul'

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The path of Spring

The path of Spring

I have desired to tour the path of Spring,
  Not for any love aside love of my broods.
 Call me selfish, so long it’s not my clan‘s string.

I’ll be accommodating to each guest’s ring,
  Let their guitar,... their drumbeat but to my herds.
 I have desired to tour the path of Spring.
 
I ‘ll be responsive to all willing to sing,
  If they’ll be ready to implant holy moods.
 Call me selfish, so long it’s not my clan’s string.

Let’s assume Easter-time is a bird with wing,
  I’ll allow it in, to sip, for my abounds.
 I have desired to tour the path of Spring.

Leave me when it’s even’ of Spring-tide to swing--
  Will enjoy this moment with bests of my dudes.
 Call me selfish, so long it’s not my clan’s string.

Not easily forget will the Seed-time ding,
  If truly I will stick to these charts in roads.
 I have desired to tour the path of Spring,
Call me selfish, so long it’s not my clan’s string.


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