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A life that's fading is a flame that's burning out,
I, a mortal, lament the departed soul.
Tobi Dike, your light extinguished—halfway unburned,
leaving us in darkness
—with only memories to hold.
We are all like candles—burning bright,
yet fragile
—our light shining edges closer to night.
Gradually, gradually, gradually, we vanish,
leaving only whispers
—shifting sands.
"Be kind, good, cautious" your words echo,
haunting whispers—guiding light in life's turbulent night.
The wise one says
—"a smooth sea does not make a skilled sailor."
Alas, sudden departure left us reeling, pained, lost,
yet legacy remains
—forever etched, museum of memories.
Your particle remains—testament to love, unity, light.
Tobi Dike, your light shines on comrades' hearts—
forever lit a seed of love, and unity's bond, planted in comradeship's soil.
The ancestors say
—"death is not the end, but a transition."
In time's relentless tide, your legacy stays—
a guiding star, shining bright
—through life's turbulent ways.
My heart sings as I walk on springs,
With foothold on the sun, unburned.
Your love fills my heart, my soul,
My whole being.
I swim in love – I fly without wings.
Joy clings to my feet,
Gratitude fills my mouth.
So I sing, I dance in the air,
My claps echo with harmony.
Happiness knows no rival
Since you arrived with your love.
Your touch feels like gripping an eel –
Indescribable electric waves
Race through my veins,
A rave of rhythmic faves
Throbbing like thunder through speakers,
Flooding my head…
But like a moth crawling aimlessly,
My mind searches for the calm you disturbed
With just one flash of your anger.
Now, whenever I see you,
Trepidation floats alongside the joy
That your love always brings.
You divide me into separate parts –
Love and unlove –
Revealed by the shape of your mouth,
Sometimes curving into smiles,
Sometimes twisting into spite.
Yet both come from your heart,
That loves and unloves in equal measure ~
A skill I have learned without a teacher.
Your love blooms like a flower with no petals,
Its pollen scattered on silent leaves
Where butterfly wings brush softly,
But their proboscis cannot probe.
Still, it shines brighter than any other in the garden –
A garden where love visits only on holidays,
When bees hum and scatter in confusion.
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Poem placement: Third
you are afraid that seeming soft makes you weak, so you over compensate with anger and agression in order to appear fierce, so that you can feel as though you are strong, you feel that you cannot feel strong unless you have some sort of power over another, but i shall tell you, this is another kind of weakness, true strength is found in dignity and integrity, of simply being yourself, open and honest and without self deciet, a simple statement of who you are without any excuse or explanation, that is the true courage, to face yourself,to conquer your own inequities not those of others, to withstand the fire of self and emerge unburned, this is true strength, true courage, and true freedom from the shackles of self and others, in the freedom of being able to love yourself and others, without cause, without justification and without reason, this is the true freedom and joy of life.
Fatal love
Love is life, love creates more love and lives
Love comes from life, love exists for new life
New lives come from love. Life is life and love
Not every time. Some of the love is strange fakes
Life interest, flirtatiousness, spiritual oppression
Lust of power, arrogance, spiritual destruction
Spiritual destruction with love; my dead children
My dead children are victims of Euthanasia
My fatal love destroyed my life; unburned children
Directly created life situation by EN psychology
My fatal love is really happy - she is Euthanasia
Hmm. But I don’t give up. I don’t give up
Life always gives me new and new choices
I will find someone, who gives me lives
Lives, what are us, and our future from the past
Love, love, family, family, children, children
I am praying. God will answer - No Euthanasia.
I loved a lady in Watford, a killer soul. Euthanasia.
She killed my years, my life, my children, my desire.
Hmm, Fatal love
Hmm, fake love
Hmm, It’s deleted.
God, give me…
A new love
Health love.
Lives come