LoveLove is the poet’s daydream The scorned’s lament The siren’s voice calling to the sailor lost in an angry sea Love is like the gentle breeze wafting through a sun-baked orchard, warm and sweet Love is a carnival rollercoaster Twisting, turning, winding, your knuckles white, your stomach in your throat,Love
Riding high on an eight ball of adrenaline and dopamine Your heart beating fast and your breath hard to catch and a scream of joy and terror coming from everywhere Your head spinning, mind racing, wondering when the next drop will be, until suddenly It stops And you get
EczemaYou left your residue Clinging to my clammy skin. My sweaty palm,Eczema
drowning,
In the crevices of your wise fingers. I can still smell your compassion – It oozed from your pores. My hands were cracked, dried, bleeding. Your hands held the gauze.
They left their residue Clinging to my virgin skin. My untouched feet, colliding, With the muddied ruts of the impenetrable ground. I can still hear their silence – It carries on in the noise. My hands are split, shriveled, elderly. Their hands taunt me with the balm.
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VA Design : The blog :
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I intend to live forever. So far, so good.
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"I love you not because of who you are,
but because who I am when I am with you …"
I like your signature in your posts. The god poem.
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The Silver Wolf of Eternity, Kallisti
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If God is willing to prevent evil but is unable to,
Then He is not omnipotent.
If He is able but not willing,
Then He is malevolent.
If He is both able & willing,
Then whence cometh evil?
If He is neither able nor willing,
Then why call Him God?
Feel free to come and see my work when you want! You're my guest!
Cheers from Uncle Mou!
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"I love you not because of who you are,
but because who I am when I am with you …"
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