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Appreciate a Love Worth Loving

In the mornings of the night when 
the house creaks and she says,
I need you- there is a love worth 
loving,
When all the lights go out and she 
holds to your chest and she says,
I need you- there isnt a love more 
worthy for a princed pauper than the 
one you have,
For really all your wants cant be 
summed up, cant be attributed to a 
model of perfection in reality, but 
she is still a love worth loving,
For in reality, imperfection can be 
the icing of the cake of perfection, 
where plastic has become a 
plaugue and infection,
The gods of the populus have put 
perfection to a veiw askewed by the 
few of you whom dictate perfection,
But she who calls in the middle of a 
class, in the middle of her social 
gathering, in the midst of all her 
imperfection and says i love you- 
there is a love worth loving, and not 
for the plastic,
But for the heart,
And as for all you midnight coffee 
drinkers, you unappreciated english 
scholars, you gentle souls, you who 
the world spits out a profanity 
towards, all you lost in a stormy 
maze of contradictions and lies- 
when you, when you rest your soul 
to sleep tonight be aware that you 
are looking at the skies,
You are looking at your own 
unlimited possibility and capacity to 
love and not for the plastic,
But for the heart,
The heart that beats to the tune of a 
harp, angellic and soft and 
whispers,
A love that is worth loving comes 
from the heart.

- Trey Capello

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Ceaseless

As I sit here, the world tumbles along, like a tumbleweed, persistent, never ceasing, and sometimes without purpose,
At a glance, dry, thorny, a vesicles for nothing and no one, carrying forgotten destinies to the ends of the known universe ceaselessly,
But, as I sit here, I take a second look, and find not tumbleweed, nor forgotten destiny, but a monument,
A monument of past lives, accomplishments, failures, imperfection, love, harmony, war, scandal, persistence, struggle, a monument of unspoken depth, speaking of the human spirit,
Vandalized though it may be, passed by without a glance at times, but ever present, reminding us, that life happens, and that existence is a struggle,
But it persists, ceaselessly, and will last forevermore until the end of time, to the ends of the universe, unceasing, bearing the mark of humanity, and still we struggle on..

- Trey Capello

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In the End

In all you accomplish, in all your beautiful schemes, your lovely lifeless tromping through the 
muddling life and struggling existence, you continue along,
In the end you are, you are a dreamer, you are one that wakes up in the morning  and grabs 
his coffee, puts a smile on the tensed up cheek muscles of a joyless facade,  and crawl into 
the muck of every day life, you are you.
In the end, after you fight the paper tigers, after the war waged fiercely is lost against your 
desktop computer, after you uncommittedly skate along the thin ice of a forgotten cause of a 
relationship, you are you.
In the end, when the doves pull you somewhere and the hawks in the other direction, when 
the monsters of your imagination manifest themselves into your society as friends, as 
neighbors, as family, when the mountains get to steep and you stumble and can't pick up 
your feet and you see that only more sleeping giants and mountains await you, remember 
that you are you, a special entity worthy of a thousand yous! no price can be given to 
measure your worth, because you are you, 
And in the end, you are you, just that, three simple words that mean so much, you are you, 
and the universe wouldn't be the same without you, from the tip of your head to your 
gorgeous feet, so take comfort, you make the world a new and better place, you are a light,
You are a light to follow, lighting up the path of the crooked wanderer, useful no matter how 
crooked, being guidance in the tumultuous darkness, tossed and turned like ice in a blender, 
mixed for those to feed off your fruits, but you muddle on, because you are special, you are 
you.
Don't let anyone change you, you perfect little person, because in the end, you are you.

- Trey Capello

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A Songs True Power

When we speak, it shall be only in songs, bursting in life and love it belongs, to the speaker of 
songs, the heart that is gone, the warmth that spreads beneath our bed sheets,
Speak in song, for stories are to played out, worn down, trampled, there is no rhythm to 
stories,
The push and pull, the push and pull, the aching throb, the ocean of emotion, stories.. They 
don't own this, for songs speak out in the darkness when there is no light, boldly treading into 
narrow spaces like the souls of might, beating on against the rain, making an appearance,
Where stories wait for an end, an unidentified conclusion that will satisfy those left in the 
dust, songs tread into darkness, creating their own endings, and beginnings, but not in 
stories, in songs,
The beginnings of a new and unexplored song, waiting to be sung.

- Trey Capello