• Others 25.07.2007

    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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    Posted by Lee Mahana @ 6:04 PM

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