Passion Voyage Poems

When sorrow comes riding on the crest of a wave
    It hurts you, converts you
Into someone broken, bruised, brittle and not brave

When...

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Legs in fragments  
And yet I move forward 
straight to the sun 

Aby M....

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I feel the wind passing through my hair blowing a sweet aroma in the atmosphere; the birds in the trees are flying around with glee...

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Corinthians 5:17
Therefore if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creature.
Everything every day is renewed, life’s most precious feature.
Old things are passed away, behold...

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The ones who can see victory in their mind's eye have great mentality.
The ones whose thoughts and efforts are persistent toward a vision or goal...

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Where dares the pavilion stand? 
Some Sweet opium desires fire my dreams...

And vacant empires long loss, passing pyres rise 
High through ancient desires, they linger....

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Breathe

I call to you my beloved
Your unleashed whispers arrive 
Riding the tendrils of an approaching fog
A dance of mist unfurling its fingertips of desire
Coming ever...

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Come visit us under pink tinged twilight skies..
among boughs borne under a song laden tree. 
In fair view of land, meadows green coiling rise,
one hundred...

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Someone once said, 

        "If opportunity doesn't knock, 
         build...

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Transition 
between spring and summer, Santa Monica and Laguna Beach
despair to laughter, classroom to Zoom
Pagan festival brings renewal cinema:  

In honor of May Day
Climbing...

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Please do not weep for me!

(alternately titled: dost newt expend
precious tears toward pitiful poet!)

Intense passion to read
doth foster divine enlightenment...

Also simultaneously, albeit instantaneously
triggering brutal mind-numbing...

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This pathway is doubly dangerous
That one who cuts my stitches
A tad too short
Is the same who reaches 
Carelessly too close

To that dreadful corona mortis 
God’s...

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MY BELOVED

From a thousand miles,
I write to my beloved with smiles,
My heart so mild,
Like that of a child,
Whose in tranquil.

My ink was à vontade,
Memories of...

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the scope in a turning view
ties the hands high over hues
embodies a mask of black
a sticky webbed deceit
stretched over eyes

plays mean for a wicked need
an...

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When one loves
one risks love lost
The risk with hope
disappointment
The risk of trying 
finding failure
If one risks nothing
where is the love
If one risks nothing
where is the...

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