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My little fireflies send me secret messages
Those flying ferries with magic wands
Three short blinks and three long
Each species a little different from the rest
Like the songs of chirping warblers
In the breeding canopies high in fir trees
I watch and wait with flashlights and nets
For you to appear after the sun sets
After its brilliant colors fade away
And before the first stars appear
I watch you dance and flash and play
Moments of seduction swing and sway
Or perhaps just luring in your prey
I know not exactly why you so delight
That growing twilight with your lights

LET US REPENT

in the silence of the night,
there's restlessness in my heart
years of suppressed emotions
suddenly surging like a cyclone
or perhaps like a massive earthquake
its force a Niner in the Richter scale
the whole world is shaken
destruction is beyond imagination
i never expected for this moment to come
a most trying and difficult times
covid 19, apocalypse, like the intensity of a storm
no one is spared, humanity is doomed
as a believer and so they say
this is just a part of a greater plan
it is to prelude a much complex design
to eliminate evil and sift mankind
ask ourselves then, are we in for the fight?
or are we just a collateral for the better side
will it be that as the end is in sight
so does the promise of a paradise?
I am not sure, I have the answer
yet deep in my heart, I can tell
the Lord is the Judge, He is the creator
rightfully so He is the sole Juror.
in the end it is written
He will prevail He will win
all He asked of us is:
repent never to sin again.

Amen

from a youth
where muscle had abounded
and they had drank heartily
to the claims
of scandalous deeds
once bedroom bold
swarthy
men who drove iron pegs
men who worked the docks
men who herded cattle
out on the frontier
now sullen
pigeon-hearted
down to a single hair
thin men, fat men
all beaten inward
forced to absorb it all
consigned to the benches
of the world
stoic however
like an orchestra enduring a light rain
mercifully trying to keep to the bar
as the mist
sweeps through the arches

Love is sometimes bitter
It can also be delicious
Not junk, but, sometimes, you litter
Wasteful and avaricious

What I look for is a moment
Where I have you in the cross-hairs
You are my target, my key component
Don't want to catch you, all unawares
What I look for is more than a minute
Where you and are looking eye-to-eye
In your future, am I at all in it?
Or am I just that annoying guy
That guy who always puts into verse
I want to ad-lib, not be adverse
Look at me as a blessing, not a curse
Not always the best, but never worse

Love is sometimes bitter
Occasionally, it's hard to swallow
All things of value do not glitter
I'd prefer you lead, rather than follow

In the moonlit night, our love takes flight,
Two souls entwined, shining so bright.
Underneath the stars, our hearts align,
A love story written in celestial design.

Your touch, a gentle breeze upon my skin,
Ignites a fire, a passion deep within.
In your eyes, I find my solace and peace,
A love so pure, it will never cease.

With every whisper, your voice a sweet melody,
A symphony of love that sets me free.
Together we dance, our hearts in sync,
Lost in a world where only love can think.

Your laughter, a symphony that fills my soul,
Turning life's moments into something whole.
In your arms, I find my sanctuary,
A place where love blossoms, extraordinary.

No words can capture the depth of what I feel,
A love so profound, it seems unreal.
You are my muse, my forever inspiration,
A love story written in eternal celebration.

So let us embrace this love we share,
In a journey of love beyond compare.
For in your presence, my heart finds its home,
Forevermore, together we shall roam.

There's a low sun that's silently rising
The majestic rider thinks I'm dying
The vibes between us are sighing
As the flames kiss the air
A warm embrace engulfs me
A bear hug in strong ecastasy
Strength passes, numbers increasing
The momentary pause, albeit fleecing
The depths of the connection freeing
A breath of air between the two,
As the old soars on with the new
That's coming in actually a bit too soon
As the delightful hug happens beneath the moon
Tears fall down my face, as my salvation saves me from
Grace

There are times
When I feel an affinity
With an old forgotten book
Dusty and worn
With a sad pitted cover
Where the elements and time
Have taken their toll
The chapters of my life
Make no great reading
Like the book
Neither of us is a classic
But we both have a story
To tell
In pages so steeped
Within sadness and sorrow
As great bitterness and regret
Weep from both our spines
And the glue
Which for so long
Bound us both
To our own existence
Had deteriorated
Beyond all recognition
But more than any other thing
The final two words
Of both our journeys
Remain true and constant
“The End”

Violets are red and violets are blue and I love you too ??

Play with Hearts as if a toy
Minimizing my love and devotion
I want to create, others can destroy
A pool of tears, a raging ocean

The clunkiness, you must forgive this
Excuse me a moment while I take a
I will never quit, no two week's notice
I am, after all, from thre Land of Lava and Sheep

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