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I've given myself to many women,
Although I am not cheap.

My heart is hard, from life common,
(Although I still can weep).

I'm damaged from my childhood,
(That black emotional sin).

Every day I stay alive,
Is a day I win.

And I don't fully know myself,
(But then again - who does?)

I'm scared sometimes to show my heart,
(Wounded from a lack of love).

I spend most days writing here,
In silent introspection.

I know one day, I'll heal myself,
And find a new direction.

Maybe it's my nature,
And maybe it's my curse;-

To see the beauty,
In most women;-

For better,
Or for worse.



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i have nought fear, of stony rain
cause of my fear, is weakness & darkness of words
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i have no fright, of ruinous fire of hell
reason of my fright, is unanswered remaining, of many questions
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i have not trepidation, of hurricanes & squall
motive of my trepidation, is absurd & dogmatic mind of human
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i have none apprehension, of savage beasts
cause of my apprehension, is wide valleys, between human hearts
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who created god ?
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mind weakness, of mankind -
is the greatest reason, to create a god ..
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when the power of human mind, is so limited -
to responde our unlimited questions -
so mankind searching for a supreme power -
(god).
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but man made god, is not the answer -
god, himself, is under a large question mark ..
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the conclusion -
is that -
( god ) -
is just a kind of soothing word, for mind of human -
and not more than that ..
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One little word is all it takes
to make a point, dictate our fate
To build a bridge or close a gate
Encourage, deflate
To give, to take.

To cut, to sew
Detach, deface, embrace
Destroy, repair .

Ditto Touché
Come what may....
Choose words carefully
Be mindful about what you say

August’s knocking with rain at the pane – soon it’s school once again,
Soon it’s autumn and yellow umbrella – time to early get up.
Burrow face into these rainy torrents, streaming down the pane in a current,
Take this all the way as it is – nothing more to expect.
Burrow face into these rainy torrents, streaming down the pane in a current,
Take this all the way as it is – nothing more to expect.

It’s just autumn, don’t fear, don’t fear,
It’s just autumn and showers from morn.
It’s just autumn and twilight’s at eight,
And playing of wind for the thirteenth time.
It’s just autumn for the thirteenth time,
It’s just autumn for the thirteenth time.

Don’t be sad in the fall when remembering summery days,
Past the one year mark, well you know, they are back once again.
As it is make a friend of wet weather, of a gloomy and gray rainy daylight,
Let alone those cold drops on the windows on autumnal days.
As it is make a friend of wet weather, of a gloomy and gray rainy daylight,
Let alone those cold drops on the windows on autumnal days.

It’s just autumn, don’t fear, don’t fear,
It’s just autumn and showers from morn.
It’s just autumn and twilight’s at eight,
And playing of wind for the thirteenth time.
It’s just autumn …
It’s just autumn …

It’s just autumn, don’t fear, don’t fear,
It’s just autumn and showers from morn.
It’s just autumn and twilight’s at eight,
And playing of wind for the thirteenth time.

It’s just autumn for the thirteenth time,
It’s just autumn for the thirteenth time,
It’s just autumn for the thirteenth time,
It’s just autumn for the thirteenth time,
It’s just autumn …

To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.

A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.

A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.

A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.

A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-c*ck clipt and arm'd for fight
Does the rising sun affright.

Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul.

The wild deer, wand'ring here and there,
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misus'd breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.

The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.

He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be belov'd by men.
He who the ox to wrath has mov'd
Shall never be by woman lov'd.

The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider's enmity.
He who torments the chafer's sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.

The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the last judgement draweth nigh.

He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.

The gnat that sings his summer's song
Poison gets from slander's tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of envy's foot.

The poison of the honey bee
Is the artist's jealousy.

The prince's robes and beggar's rags
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.

It is right it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thro' the world we safely go.

Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.

The babe is more than swaddling bands;
Throughout all these human lands;
Tools were made and born were hands,
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;

This is caught by females bright,
And return'd to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,
Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.

The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes revenge in realms of death.
The beggar's rags, fluttering in air,
Does to rags the heavens tear.

The soldier, arm'd with sword and gun,
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.
The poor man's farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric's shore.

One mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands;
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole nation sell and buy.

He who mocks the infant's faith
Shall be mock'd in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.

He who respects the infant's faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.

The questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.

The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar's laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour's iron brace.

When gold and gems adorn the plow,
To peaceful arts shall envy bow.
A riddle, or the cricket's cry,
Is to doubt a fit reply.

The emmet's inch and eagle's mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.

If the sun and moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.

“Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.”

Do not be afraid my gentle stranger
I could give you the words eternal
but they are as thin lines along the highway
scattered

Do not be afraid my one-time sister
call wild for the season vernal
this mantle on its axis bleeds
serene

The constant sound of raindrops on a surface that echoes its repetitions
And the rhythmic measure in between
Interrupted intermittently by wind gusts competeing for the cadence
Brilliant and strobelike lightning, provides a disco backdrop
To the thunders solo drum
And I watched in awed rapture
As the storm sought out the rhythm.

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