Our old divine love:
The most favourite of mine,
It's ours to refine.
We're learning to be more kind.
Always on each other's mind.
please
tell me truths
that you hold inside
which no one else has heard
is it greed, to beg for this part of you?
to wish for something no other has had
to want all of you
perhaps, its important to know,
you already have all of me
i dont say this for fairness
and never for the sake of trade
it is more than that
hold it as safety, as promise
you already have all of me
and i only want to give you more
i dont ask for the purpose of return
and as i lay against you by the river,
pressed by the cold and dark,
but warmed by your stars and shaky laughs
i just want to say
through each orbit and rotation
im here, and i always will be
you're playing with a line that must not be crossed
lest it will irreversibly ruin friendship as we know it
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
It is ours: that ever-present space, even before it reaches us,
That subtle space, a place of respite, a moment of deep silence,
When you collapse onto a bed thinking of nothing, lost in the sweet void,
Or when you pour a glass of water from the tap, fascinated by the absence of thoughts,
That pure and gentle space, more precious than centuries of existence,
Just to scratch your neck while looking out the window at a bare branch.
That secret space, before they touch us with their tumult,
Assures us that when they do, they can never take everything away,
For there will always remain something untouched, an unspoken essence,
A sanctuary of peace where the soul retreats to find its balance,
A moment of eternity, hidden in the banality of daily existence,
Where we find ourselves, free from the burden of time and expectations.
If you want to do something
Just do it wholeheartedly
Life is ours to make though
Don't be afraid of people's opinion
Be happy, comfort is our life zone
Don't depend on anyone's life
Just take good care of yourself
It's enough to survive safely.
Others are allowed
To say what they think and do
To make life is ours.
Above The Line
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Vor Por Que
Cur video
capisco perche
Vor Por Que
Vor Por Que
Most this
is interpretation
we lossed a gesture
in a word or two
nah I not
whining
or complaining
I just thought
it was with you
Vor Por Que
ah amante potrebbe
il tuo amore sia il mio
Vor Por Que
Vor Por Que
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BELOW THE LINE
To be my wife
she had to remember
these phrases and terms
father in law
mother in law
brother in law(10)
Sister in law (2)
a large family
with a detailed story
one that on this day
had all seeking
the lonley to find there
certain someone
so they could began there
Happily Ever After
Suono Professionale
con bassi profondi e
acuti nitidi
w toni alti
e una melodia
moderata e
rilassante
A smart sore, in time your threshold increased.
Deadly in missionary.
His
invitation
extends when unafraid.
Let loose,
upon firm and voluptuous gifts these women sit.
A cushion secured, made from just cheek and some meat.
Expletives in-between.
A gander
so golden my eyes are still rolling.
Holy Roller.
Into that wagon she has been towing.
Ocean Royal,
can't stop, won't stop when I've gone non-stop.
Insider witness,
all reports confirm your club just got shot up.
The Renunciation
the balance between
us through channels
so well hidden an yet
seen beyond the offering
through Christ who we
are completely bestowed
throughout many untimely
blessings utterly totally
renouncing satan and
all of his works surety
over flows through Grace
our rapture covenant
by the birth of Christ
for this is ours this is
our time for this is eternal
Neighbor's kids, groomed and manicured
like a well-kept lawn
Greet their parents joyfully
smiles, hugs, a beaming ‘Good morn’
Not that we’re jealous, not in the least
as we struggle to get ours out of bed
By the time they’ve rejected breakfast
My wife and I are half-dead…
Yet patience, patience, patience
wins the day
For they will surely grow out of it ~
please God, before we’re old and gray
.
the visitor gasps at my
wonder
az if i were about to
chastise her
for
'hind this recliner
she were
with the noth'n but
hern tresses
az if the
seethal mirror
smoked
or not
not yet
Standing in this shadow of a life
cloaked in my ancestors grief
A potential seized by panic, and insecurity
I'm questioning
Were all of our footsteps frozen
There was a time we fought but that spark was put out by a liquid dream they sold us to quiet our spirit
It split our tounges and turned us against our loved ones
It is us who became the enemy
Our bravery died a thousand deaths
Leaving our hearts on our doorsteps
We've since been taught to run away
But I still hear the drums pulsing in my chest like a heartbeat
As always, the good
Suffer most this evil world
Nay, triumph is ours.
Maybe you have seen Her
though not like I see her.
She does not walk with you,
She walks as you.
Perhaps you think
you know Her,
yet a pond is not an ocean,
and I have had to reach deep into myself,
and yet I know nothing at all.
This is not the usual love poem,
no need for jealousy.
She is not mine or yours
She is ours.
I hope you find Her soon,
but She will probably find you first.
Our love is like a fine work of art
I find joy with you in all we do.
For the rest of my life, I know
all I'll want is to be next to you.
"My love is like a red, red rose..."*
is a line from the pen of a poet.
It's not from a sad tale of woes
for when love is real, you know it.
I hang on to each word you say
of love. I pray we'll both hold fast.
Come and lie down next to me
for a time so we can make it last.
I don't need time to wait on fate
or to help me be sure of how I feel.
Take my hand and walk with me.
Oh, my love, what we have is real.
Let's talk of us from now on as 'we.'
I want to kiss your lips, open and soft,
hear you sigh when you look in my eyes.
I ache to be with you so very oft.
I'd be rich, tho now I am but poor,
to gaze upon your face each morn.
I'll not ever wish for more than that
for the love we bear has been born.
Time has no way to hold us back.
I know deep down in what is my soul
that we have a one-of-a-kind love
that both of us vow will ne'er grow old.
*'My Love is a Red, Red Rose' by Robert Burns
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