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Dancing with the universe
Lets get free
Yes free from all distraction
Free from all worries
Cos happiness is all we can dance with
And love is all will need
We can't dance with a heavy heart
We can't relate with each other
With sadness
So let's together get free
Yes free from all distractions
Free your mind from all intoxications
Of life
And shine like the rising sun
Of hope while
Dancing with the universe
Dancing with the universe
Connect yourself with
A positive energy
Be in touch with your soul
We can't dance with the universe
In sorrow
We cant be unfriendly with life
And expect a joyful dance of nature
So let show our art together
with the colours of humanity
Let's be bond together with happiness
And shine like the rising sun while
Dancing with the universe
THE CURSE OF THE LOVED ONES
Three bears witness in the patio of love:
The loved, the unloved and the extinguisher.
For some, quite inexplicably,
It's a song that fades untimely or premeditatedly,
For others love is simply lost,
And it could also be found even just for a night
The intoxications of him who has a hole in his pocket.
And another, it is the crudest kind;
The one that almost kills it victims,
It's the unrequited love.
Most stories are about those who fall in love with each other
But how about those that fall in love alone?
They are the victims of the one-sided affair,
The unloved ones but loved ones,
The wandering walking wounded -
Handicap of the advantage of a great parking space.
Unlike the ones who keep saying:
'The right person will come' (I think a truck hit yours)
Whereas, bypassing the available and harmless "signpost",
Then becoming a cursed Cupid;
Those who despite the pleas of conscience
And despite my sacrifice & heroics -
I broke my ribs to make a pen,
Write long lasting lovely lofty letters,
Rip off my flesh to make a paper
And took out my blood to make an ink.
I never forget a face for free besides femmes fatales
But I make an exception in your case.
Though it takes a strong heart to love,
It takes a stronger one to continue to love after its been broken.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright©2014.
Time is not lineal – in fact,
often stops and starts with
the pendulum of the heart
races ahead when joy
suffering can latch on and
drag with all the sympathy
of a rabid pit-bull – or divorce
lawyer
don’t know that I want to imagine
eternity – thinking it best I leave
that burden to God....
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All Refrains Are Not Poetry
We refrain from thinking of Time
as a limited commodity; but for
mortals, it may very well be. We tan
away on beaches, the Crap Tables
of Vegas – arguing with our loved
ones – tick, tick, tick. Overworking
can be negative. “Take time to be Holy” --
We imagine a blessed eternity to
compensate for questionable predilections.
Wasting of Time. Wasting of Time.
Tall steeples and stained glass pictorials
are spiritually transcending. Let’s hope,
if there is a heaven, that heaven is
yet indulgent of vintage intoxications.
I give love —
to my enemies,
not for their salvation,
but to tame the chasms within me.
The angel of death sneers
when vanity bewitches me
and whispers that its intoxications are eternal.
I am sequestered,
in a body scarred
by the blades of a tragic fate,
etched in letters of steel on the parchment of chaos.
I walk —
heart burdened by hereditary sorrows,
the poisoned sap of my genealogical tree
burns in my veins like a flaming legacy.
Misunderstood genius,
self-exiled in an era
where decadence is worshipped as a pagan deity.
I have learned —
to cloak anger
in the silk of eloquence,
to endure human bestiality
draped in refinement.
Wretched seed,
of a void that vomited me
onto a planet defiled
by the gluttony of the powerful.
I have been alone
since the womb of my progenitrix.
Solitude is my lover —
her muteness, an elixir I sip in small doses.
The human is paradox:
its contradictions beget its conscience
like labor pains chisel lucidity.
And those liars…
they want me kneeling
before the humanist idols
of their muffled racialism.
They sanctify racism —
wrapping their hate in republican praise:
Liberty for those who obey,
Equality for those who remain silent,
Fraternity for those who resemble them.