The prerogative of the peccadillo.
The alternative alter ego.
The tangential poet.
The obtuse prose.
The silent bard.
The lonely heart.
The single couple.
The rich beggar.
The dry winter.
The cold summer.
The deep mountains.
The selfish hero.
The anti hero.
The open plot.
The starving glut.
A prim slut.
A simple god.
The unknown masterpiece.
: That is love.
Saturday, September 20, 2014
Love
Sunday, September 14, 2014
Inside the blinds
When the blinds are drawn,
Seldom do we look out,
Love within takes a darker hue,
We expect less than is our due.
Love expects not but feelings do,
Of whispered nothings we will talk not,
Nor does candy bear much ado.
Let love be simple,
When life be not so,
Lest we forget the joys of simple,
A moment has been bought with pain,
Let it not be undone in disdain.
Life favors not love,
But love eternal is a quest,
Fear not losing,
For the joys lay in the pain.
Seldom do we look out,
Love within takes a darker hue,
We expect less than is our due.
Love expects not but feelings do,
Of whispered nothings we will talk not,
Nor does candy bear much ado.
Let love be simple,
When life be not so,
Lest we forget the joys of simple,
A moment has been bought with pain,
Let it not be undone in disdain.
Life favors not love,
But love eternal is a quest,
Fear not losing,
For the joys lay in the pain.
God
I found god in the rain,
He blesses not my ken,
Nor did he bless my life,
Nor did he relieve my pain.
One word he did tell,
Write it down he said,
Lest you forget the rain.
He blesses not my ken,
Nor did he bless my life,
Nor did he relieve my pain.
One word he did tell,
Write it down he said,
Lest you forget the rain.
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