• Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    Empty hearts wander!…where to go–and do;
    Begin another day, without someone to woo.
    Somehow the nights reach for the rising sun;
    There, the daylight drags-on to miss the fun.

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    Empty hearts wander!…where to go–and do;
    Begin another day, without someone to woo.
    Somehow the nights reach for the rising sun;
    There, the daylight drags on to miss the fun.

    Good morning! isn’t good–with a blank stare;
    To mock the motion of walk; no one to share.
    Sleepy eyes feel a measure of being complete,
    As senses notice the room–with love delete.

    Alas, love songs prime the thoughts we think;
    And friends perceive a lovely value–in a wink.
    Come-on over!…let’s play music for nice folks;
    Sing a few songs, and laugh with a good joke.

    Without looking for romance–in love’s desire,
    Oneday, an opportunity unravels life to share.
    Surprised at the wonder of this complete love;
    The showers of goodness appears from above.

    To deny the union of our love, would be tragic;
    Our minds fuse together our bodies–like magic.
    Fingers weave our hearts in a euphoric desire;
    Mingling elated kisses with the telephone wire.

    A match made-in-heaven, and placed on earth,
    For love blends our sensitive hearts with worth.
    We are now!…who we are–with dreams to live,
    But this is no dream:–the world’s reality gives.

    Hope in the future, voices crave a deeper touch,
    When our hearts will soar–for laughing too much.
    We resolve the child–in us!…to search maturity;
    Where heaven declares our progress–eternally.
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  • Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    Tug at the heartstrings, for betrayal is progress;
    Money relieves greed upon the family’s distress.
    Hate delivers the familial love unto destruction,
    But the final price is an everlasting evil eruption.

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    Tug at the heartstrings, for betrayal is progress;
    Money relieves greed upon the family’s distress.
    Hate delivers the familial love unto destruction,
    But the final price is an everlasting evil eruption.

    For hell’s sakes–the other is guilty of betrayal,
    Because the broken turmoil remains–as criminal.
    Lone must be the companion of a heart in pain;
    Shattered into many pieces–the body in chains.

    The feeling of love was the savior of my mind,
    For no other sentiment causes an eternal bind.
    Warm love, in a cold condition of pending hate;
    Dearly, relay my desperate affection upto date.

    Everything blown-to-the-wind in a sneaky hour;
    My tireless work has been subject to this cower.
    My refuge, my delight, my hope in love’s future,
    Has chosen the world–to leave me with torture.

    My beloved family has flown into evil–unaware;
    Love does not overcome all that evil might share.
    Betrayal off-sets children–my love can’t defend,
    For evil will not allow…an eternal heart to mend.

    Alas, a new sense-of-being carries torture away,
    Where attraction appears to arouse a shiny day.
    Feelings of affection revives this familial heart,
    With a resolution: evil thrives beneath my part.

    This refreshing awareness awakens vibs of pain,
    For the family…is deeply within my loving brain.
    Betrayal was not my design, nor a guilt of mine;
    But still, my broken home is a sad heartfelt pine.

    Welcome to this turmoil of a friendly persuasion;
    You are invited to share plates on this occasion.
    The love in my brain, is where pain comes from;
    But, your attention suits me…like a lucky charm.

    Together separate, we occupy different plates,
    As we remember distant pains of former mates.
    You must be lonely–for hope to keep you warm;
    Take my hand–you arouse vibrations of charm.
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  • Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    Creation shows the evidence–that man
    Is merely half a heart–without woman.
    He, with no “s” in she, is rather–a half,
    ‘Til she spies–a he in she, with a laugh.

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    Creation shows the evidence–that man
    Is merely half a heart…without a woman.
    He, with no “s” in she, is crudely–a half,
    ‘Til she spies–a he in she, with a laugh.

    Together, two hearts meet life head-on;
    With self-defense, they establish a home.
    A mighty fortress stands behind the wall,
    Where…a couple of hearts will never fall.

    Diminsh a whole heart–decrease-to-half;
    So, what is left-over–is a smirkish laugh.
    Half a heartbeat, but with a frigged mind;
    Time passes painfully slow…with a whine.

    A diminished heart merely comes to a halt,
    Unless the better half recognizes the fault.
    Somehow!…somewhere! there is a match,
    When twin halves, finally meet their catch.

    To be caught, is not a dreadful condition;
    Rather, it’s a free-trap in a lost dimension.
    Since creation designed hearts to be two,
    Lost…proves he and she–are found true.

    Hearts beat a rhythm-of-life to the world,
    But gender existence…is a temporal swirl.
    He slights her–to think the way she does,
    As she desires to change the way he was.

    To drift apart–includes two broken hearts,
    ‘Cause the “wholeheart” will not exist apart.
    He and she doesn’t love to be apart, at all!
    So, the hardest fall of all…is beyond recall.
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