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Are you willing to answer questions about erotic thoughts?
Are you willing to make love even if I forget about your very name during doing so?
Are you willing to speak even if no one listens to your sadness or downfalls?
Are you willing to think twice even if it only takes one time?
Are you willing to paint a picture without any paint or canvas?
Are you willing to get higher than you've ever been without any kind of drugs?
Are you willing to laugh at someone's funeral pyre?
Are you willing to take the last drink even if you've had enough?
Are you willing to die for me?
Are you willing to take candy away from a baby?
Or are you just willing?

my lonely and forgotten grave


exploding like prisms
of blinding light
I am but a twig floating
in the debris of your imaginings
yet still thirsting for your longings
don't you see? I am weak
I am helpless
I am not supposed to be
crawling, wading unto the
splintered pages of your memory
and as your tears find its way
down to my bleeding heart
I just know the joys we had
would sprout like petals

in my lonely and forgotten grave.

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

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.

Erudition of erstwhile solipsistic interrogation of derivations supplementation.
Harvestswarm of their confluence, directed and implemented by the nuance of a deontological intelligiblity, born in the boon of omniscience and trust.
Contemplation surviving the revolution's abstrusive inclusion of their demonstrations inclined to nuance and dreams of their constellatory clusters,
deep in the idiom of noticing and obtaining the corruption of a monumental wonder,
deep in the symptom. Harvesting the Quantumsphere.

Its a crazy world out there, especially when inspiration is gone
When feelings are imparted, and creativity is shared
Do people really seem to care?
We are caught in a momentary trap, a wormhole, paradox of your making
Do you think we are still circulating?
Are we just foreigners trying to come to terms with our reality?
Are we aliens in human form trying to come to grips with our humanity?
When will we realize that we are not pawns for society?
And the fears or worries lift into a tsunami of anxiety?
When you think you can get up and just be strong
When your voice feels smothered and you don't know
Where you do belong, when there's no purpose
When you don't know what you should do!

Every day itself is a challenge, when you feel hopeless to impart wisdom
Of the questions and the answers that are circulating around within
When you feel the need to go to ground and heal, and you are stuck
Remembering

When you lose yourself in the past gone by and identities seem to slide away
With a numbing crush of feelings then it tugs on the strings of your heart
In harder challenges of survival, its a regular competition to take part
The old flame of creativity and introspection encourages you to participate
But yet all you can feel is anger, fear and public hate
When you want to bring around a bit of hope, heaven knows how you can cope
But you still want to paint it in so the future doesn't look like its grim!

The world around you changes as soon as you make the choice,
And sooner or later you will find your voice,
Yet in this mission as you partake,
your present intercedes in with the future too
And the seeds of doubt will be one too few
Strength will be a part, gifted from me to you,
And soon I'll be moving forwards heading into the georgeous sun
Knowing in time that my battle of power, control and emotions will be won.

Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Some poems rhyme
But this one doesn't.

I left you a little note
That says how much
I could have wrote, what
I couldn't put into words
Just has to go unheard

I am sorry that it has to be this way
I didn't want to go away,
but after time and time again
We can return to being friends
I don't want to hurt you anymore
Before even I need to walk out the door

I left you more than a little note
But take what resonates with you
To keep afloat, and I will rush
To get my coat

These words I wish to say to you
I love you until the moon turns blue
Beyond the moon and the stars out back
Beyond the eclipse before it goes black

I will love you, friend, until the bittersweet end
Knowing that you have heartfelt matters to tend,
Don't be daft and be a stranger, if you need me, yell!
I will be there next to the willow tree near the wishing well.

Nice to see you again in a good mood
after such a long journey
Wanted to have prepared so much to impress you,
didn´t manage any of it, you´re not interested anyway
Shagged all over the place and ate well
All suffering is forgotten,
All pain, all torment endured in vain for nothing,
All nonsense phantasies to lay your life more bearable
Blocked soul and drive
cracked and crumbled in harsh reality
full of unknown negative thoughts
Killing positive feelings with blind trust

You are the apple of my eye
As the colours swirl around on the floor
Dancing, mingling, twirling around
Nobody needs to make a sound