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Tendering offerings of worthless lovelorn florasimply to soothe your own heart won't get you to the end of your journeyto forgiveness. Trappings of sympathy without the teaof human kindnessare like petals of blossoms wafting away in the wind. Your loss my...

Take my hand and we'll walk together.How often we trusted our love was complete. Is there any way to count the memories we shared.Really, there is no way.Take my hand as you always could.You were ever the reason for my joy. Time counts down as seasons com...

Into misty swirling drifts of doubting creep the feeble fears that feed regrets remorselesslyuntil the dawning. Droplets of remorse bedew your fleshwhile the shadowscover your vision of what might have beenbut is no more. Is there no pathway to regainingy...

Echoes rebound in shattered silenceover the oases of my mind. The shadows of lost memories wiltin the mundane rays of merciless melting sun. My inner maps are useless nowon this journeydown the dusty trails of forgetfulnesstowards possiblehavens of rememb...

The dark and endless night of my soul stretches out before me. Empty hallways echo with silent intentfor the loss of my dreams. Jousting with my dreadful doubt againis my fragile feverish fear. Questions bounce from side to side nowon the walls of my mind...

AfterwardsWhat do you do. Carry on. Examine your life,and contemplate the future. Carry on. Sickness of any kindmust be fought,with a will. Carry on.Let the sharp knivesdo their joband excise awaythe darkness. Carry on. Death is very realwhen they ask you...

Such divine glory to behold.Your body and soul manifesting such beauty.To see you with my eyes and my heart.To know who you are.Am I able to sculpt you,Able to tempt the gods with your exquisite charms.To use my fingers to mold a semblance of you.To cares...

There once was a time,(a time before time) when trust was free and fulfilledwith the touch of a handin a hand. When innocence begatinnocencein the hearts of youngand old. There once was time,(once upon a time)when honor was trueand givenwith the touch of...

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Impressive.I am trying to be impressive.I want you to be impressed.Please, understand.I need you to think highly of me.I need it so much, because you are perfection.And I want to impress the perfect lady,The perfect lover,The perfect one for me.I want to...

Alone in our lifeboats,adrift upon the ocean of life,circling sharks may appear. There are times that we see hands stretched out to us, promising to proffer aid against the storms, but in the end there is only each one of us,the individual,facing fate alo...

Will you gambol along with me?Frolic with glee galore.Playfully romp across the fields of freedom.Frisk about with no thought of embarrassment,No blushes of shame,Cavorting with your lover,Liberated by eager spirits of joy.Will you?I am here and we could...

It was a deliverance, A redemption, And she was liberatedAt last, At long last,From servitude to the god of despondency. Her eyes,It was her eyes that he acceptedAs a mirror of her soulAnd accepted the difficultBut charitableChore of responsibilityFor a s...

Annoyed. Not at any one: generally irritable. I tell myself that acquisition of patience, the suspension between desire and attainment, is in itself the goal. Like Tantric Yoga.  My cursor wings away. I hover the mouse, awaiting the hand's return, ever re...