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Eve Frankel Poem
This is the hub of Angels; by which I call a city
A concrete jungle of building that's never been pretty:
Culture in place for the unappealing disparity at its center
Come! And waver off on years of aimless wandering when you enter
The Angels must’ve failed; their endowments left unfilled
Our authenticity is a euphemism; a place by where dreams are killed
We follow the hoods of lavish cars that lead us to the sea
Must be that it’s an easy place to douse in our vanity
Copyright © Eve Frankel | Year Posted 2018
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Eve Frankel Poem
Lift the foundations of happiness; let it manifest within!
O how I’ve grown weary for the ceaseless battle to feel ____
There is no superior love than amid myself and my piece of mind;
My nutrition and happiness finally appear aligned
Here lie my wounds - raw as flesh, without abeyance to my pain
Let me be turned inside out, wrong side up - here lives my own insane
Mind to body, I’ve heard that your love is blind
An image within which solace I find
Happiness is the journeywork of years, I swear, it will come someday!
Though one can only feel alive when adversity is at bay.
Grappling with these thoughts of love
Knowing all too well, this is a work from above
No longer thinking of my image with grief
My cortex has been the ultimate thief...
Of my happiness and health.
Copyright © Eve Frankel | Year Posted 2018
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Eve Frankel Poem
O tune-less guitar you are my only vice
The musician’s expertise must’ve come at a price
You are worn thin with lack of use
Left to root in your prime, I’m sorry to break our truce
You have been a lovely companion; even better lie to tell
Though I failed in my endowments, someday your music will dwell ..
In The World beyond the corner of my room
Copyright © Eve Frankel | Year Posted 2018
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Eve Frankel Poem
The meaning of life is to love
These meaningless words come to light
You carry on your shoulders the weight of my affection
But I hope this love rings true in your ears
You do not blanket yourself from reality
You look it dead in the eye
I believe in the power of your heart
Seeing you makes the withering world beautiful
You are all that is good, all that is divine
You hang off the moon and the stars and the sky…
I do not deserve you, I’m sure I never will
But as long as I am with you
I will try to be as good as I can.
This is love.
Copyright © Eve Frankel | Year Posted 2018
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