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My Own Heart Is My Enemy

Each time I’ve loved, the wound ran deep,
A crimson truth I could not keep.
So now my heart, in self-defence,
Builds iron walls, immense, intense.
When someone stirs that fragile flame,
I whisper harshly, call my name,
And drag myself from passion’s shore,
To guard the ache I’ve felt before.
I scold the spark, I dim the light,
I shun the warmth, embrace

All Is Right

The moon, luscious drop,
soothing the chaff of day.

The stars, flocks of grazing 
glitters -- heavenly sheep
tallied till the dawn of
a new and hopeful morn -- 

Our Sun, drawing daily
circles, dearly beloved earth
life’s prime and central 
spark -- 

All is right, with God’s light and dark.

Poe

He mourned the loss of his love, on whose 
support his soul’s survival had come to desperately
rely:  Lenore!~ the only one less judging of his irrational, 
often self-destructive, passionate nature, committed
to loyally embrace and nurture his celebratory poetic genius.  Oh!~
his tormented heart yearned, hopelessly sought 
the peace, the rest, the comfort, an out

MY BIRTHDAY PRAYERS

Father God Almighty 
It's a new era for me
Thanks for all you do
Bless this era
So I don't repeat lessons
Let my problems be lessened.

Make a way 
Where there seems to be none
For that's what you're known for
That's why I'm steadily relying on you
I need your reply 
A speedy answer.

Do it your way
Before I try my way
So

Little Girl Lost

she sits across the room and smiles so sweet;
no one is aware that underneath
she hides her pain from all around;
little girl lost, never to be found.
they say she's crazy, watch out for her,
she's not known to play well with others.
but if that's true , then all i can say
is maybe they should walk in her

SEEDS OF WISDOM

The seed of freedom is curtailed,
germinates interrupted,
the harvest is delayed...

The fruit of freedom
may take time to be harvested,
but it is worth every stoic sacrifice...

We cultivate God,
ending wars,
celebrating peace,
living life with love!

The sands of time dripping,
leaves and flowers wilting.
natural wisdom flowing!

Wisdom consists simply in...
knowing how to plant well,
cultivate, and harvest...!

Giving Caesar what is his,
is not ignominy,

DIVINE WISDOM'S WISDOM

DIVINE WISDOM’S WISDOM

I’m not just to know:
It’s about sowing my seed,
And reaping my fruits:-

Spirals

r = f(?)
Spirals
Archimedian
Logarithmic
Fractal
Mirabilis
Uncontrolled
One point to the next
Ever widening, no end
So with arguments

~kcm 

Leitmotif

Delusion comfort and the somn of the routine
Draws sharpness of awareness of yours
Depending on the context of your situation

The habit of the mechanism is tin
That's weird type of force
The conservation

In fact you really don't conserve the monkeys 
Maybe you preserve 
Linguistics say

Of terminologies the bias of buzzword
The physical the meaning of the word
The real physical

Einstein

Once there was a young boy
who did not learn at the same pace
who did not race in the same
predictable race – while his peers
played with fish and ball – grew,
traditional degrees from short to tall,
his world turned at a different length
rate;  more different, were his
timeless seasons – artfully Time
he took in his hands, whittled
with

He Shall Be Called

   		A Name


  “His name shall be called…”
A great statement of His glory.
  Yet immediately we reason,
Let’s compare it to your story.

   Many problems loom large.
Deafening sound takes the stage.
  Often wronged in the attempts.
Your own advice, you are the sage.

  We’re hard at life, trying
To keep

Why you like imperfection

If you look at a still pond,
you’ll see your reflection,
but it’s more vivid or unclear to see
because it is not meant for showing your reflection.

A mirror was created for that job,
but why do people like to see their reflection in water
when it’s not as clear as a mirror?

Because, at the end,
people like the imperfect thing
in

The indefinable between

The 

indefinable

between

may appear as

whatever seems

poles apart~

Lines in the smile

Lines in the smile 
By-Dominique smith

365 days make a year, those days swear are sincere, you choke on your drink at joke you just made caught you off guard. It would really make you think, would those 365 days be hard to break? While youre on the brink of tears the world still rotates. Holding

Assisted Stars

Stars watch me in my sleep
Sleep in the endless deep
Deep dark swallows my soul
Soul beaten in the dark so full
Full of nothing, just a simple void
Void wins, my light destroyed
Destroyed light but not my wisdom
Wisdom gives greater clarity than any other system
System gone, but not my understanding
Understanding now, void has no standing
Standing with no body,

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