shelco1951
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CATEGORY
life
See me
See me in the fog
Of my bull.
Not in the dream of
Our first meet.
Love requisitions reciprocation,
In the kindest manner.
See me in the light,
Help me to forgive my shadows.
See me with an open eye.
How quick the dawn comes?
unimpressed with the night,
breeding another challenge
That will dismember Cupids’ purpose,
Supplementing one more day
The tragedy that could be us.
See me now
Or
Leave me alone.
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COMMENTS
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mlowe5 says: A well-pointed imaging pen to ".This is me; I don't know what you see, but I know who is me. So make your choice now; later may be too late!" Great write! Peace and Love. |
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PASSIONPassion It speaks with fire, Burning red, like spontaneous sex from something said. Music felt with romantic affectation uninhibited movements of zealous celebration. Controversy at its peak Moral indignation being preached, Treason, to logical reason Or Passion, in a flowering design Devotion to the omnipotent divine That answers every small request to be nurtured By Mother Natures’ breast Creating irrepressible resurrection. Defining correction to imperfect perception. Finding Grace in every space and mercy in its chosen place. Appreciation of every breath is passion in its’ proper sense.  |
PASSIONPassion It speaks with fire, Burning red, like spontaneous sex from something said. Music felt with romantic affectation uninhibited movements of zealous celebration. Controversy at its peak Moral indignation being preached, Treason, to logical reason Or Passion, in a flowering design Devotion to the omnipotent divine That answers every small request to be nurtured By Mother Natures’ breast Creating irrepressible resurrection. Defining correction to imperfect perception. Finding Grace in every space and mercy in its chosen place. Appreciation of every breath is passion in its’ proper sense. |
see meSee me
See me in the fog Of my bull. Not in the dream of Our first meet. Love requisitions reciprocation, In the kindest manner. See me in the light, Help me to forgive my shadows. See me with an open eye. How quick the dawn comes? unimpressed with the night, breeding another challenge That will dismember Cupids’ purpose, Supplementing one more day The tragedy that could be us. See me now Or Leave me alone. |
IF ALL LIVES MATTEREDIf all lives mattered
The bend of a knee was not for prayer or protest, but a weapon like the barking flesh-ripping dogs or The water hoses used to put out the fires of unrest. If all lives mattered why so grotesque the treatment of your captives tortured, hung, despised, Tried and convicted before any probable causes arrive. The gangrene from humanity's reckless inhumanity stenches the air and insults the mind of a people tired of being left behind. Tired of living with PTSD from society's confounded anxieties. If all lives mattered, Why was it taught to hate another’s color? the melting pot boiled a generational stew of lies, and unrighteous indignation. Unattended infections fester before healing, becoming septic, then deadly. ... |
