creep into my dreams like a twilight thief;
steal moments kept in lockets,
buried deep, within pockets of thought;
read secrets yet to be revealed,
embrace desires long concealed;
my mind holds special place for you,
but my lips, they cannot utter true,
each feeling I possess:
so I hide beneath exteriors,
admiring you nonetheless, from afar

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I walked as close to the edge as possible,
and looked out upon beauty so serene,
that even my ego's fear of falling, was silenced;
and for a moment so brief,
yet strangely timeless and infinite,
I understood my place in the world:
my soul was calling and I was finally listening

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I am blind to God's plan;
that's why his Angels walk beside me,
guiding my every step

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my thoughts hold what my arms cannot:

you

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you cannot rattle the cage of a sleeping beast
then sit in judgment on its rage

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he was the peace
that every piece of me needed;
the glue that held me together,
on the days that threatened
to tear me apart;
and I loved him,
with every relentless beat
of my fragile, jaded heart

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love is never how, or when or who;
it simply is:
an ever present well of emotion,
that patiently bubbles over,
waiting for those destined
to drink from its waters,
the well never runs dry,
no matter another's thirst,
for love is, as it should always be:
abundant, wild and free

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it is not what we lose that breaks us,
but what we're left with that haunts us:
love, that has no place to go

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many chase happiness; many seek peace.
achievement of both, for one without the other cannot be,
is through acceptance of self, through the unbiased truth of your words, the selflessness of your actions; through silencing your ego, your fears, your insecurities long enough to honour the voice of your soul.

happiness and peace, are not rewards accumulated
when all is right with your world;
they are ever present elements of salvation in a storm;
go within to your centre and there you will find shelter:
there you will find love.

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Losing Myself

there's this space:
that lives between everything, and nothing;
then there is me:
drifting aimlessly through its ether,
trying desperately, to hold on to something

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