For me, each day is a delight.
Fullness overflows like a monsoon.
Rainbows of hope enchant my sight.
The earth and sky dance to my tune.
There's an unknown stir in my soul.
Sunbeams brightly enter my shrines.
A whirl of trust unfurls my goal.
Like gold in the sun, goodness shines.
Blood of change flows through flesh and veins.
An angelic grace fills the earth.
Birds and beasts are freed of all pains.
Body and soul are in new birth.
Yet, what bliss is in such bounty,
when the poor spend their nights hungry?
when we want revenge
are able to see me twinge
when off skin would singe
Twinge of feelings stir in my bosom
every time your eyes meet mine
reminding me of the scars of our walk
leaving trails of bitterness within
How I wish to show you
how deep your knives cut through my soul
yet you only end up seeing
how much can my heart bleed for yours
Twinge of Revenge
There are those who thought they felt a twinge;
Realized what they really wanted was revenge;
Many chatters;
Nothing matters;
To wash away we sure need another syringe.
Jim Horn
Causes Me to Twinge
Want to have revenge
Bruise body and hair do singe
He makes me to twinge.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
What this is about it does show it
Subject sure that you will know it.
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