See the Possibility
OF
the problem

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Stories are
unending lies
woven around
ever-present truths

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Words are pushing
against my aching ribs
Rebelling against the
Silence I so worship
How to tell the world
Of all my secrets
Whispered in my ears
By my Beloved
They are such nonsense
That the wise would scorn
A simple heart’s tale
Of love at first sight
Of timelessness and rapture
Of an embrace that never lets go
So I clutch these mischievous truths within my bosom
That would reveal my shamelessness
But here comes the night
And I may just blurt them out loud
As I sleep with love-drenched lips from stolen kisses
In my flagrant dreams
Pushing these words into the ether
I love thee
I love thee
I love thee
O my God

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People may be dislikable
But never unloveable
That lack of basic humanity
That is all on you

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How to know right and wrong?

Your Truth.

Your truth is right. Always.

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Lost Imperfection


You have to understand
I wanted to see the whole of me
So broke myself piece by piece
The better to know me

I thought I could jigsaw meself back
And put Picasso to shame
Oh the irony!
Time and my Gods had already created me a joke

Now I cry for the vintage masterpiece that was I
The jigsaw is so complete with all its jagged edges fitting oh So perfectly
I wonder at my lost imperfection
Which was made for this world
Little wonder I’m a misfit now

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I would use my blood instead of insipid ink
To write outlandish verse that
began with the Big Bang
Which can be read only by the blind
Because they’re Love, you see
And my life is meant only for Love
For Love
For Love

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Truth always prevails
because buried lies
break ground
seeking air

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He’s taller than me, my son
Independent-er, farther
With broad shoulders.
I’ve noticed,
The few times he hugs me
In about three seconds
He slumps all his weight
On me
Letting go of adulthood.
And I can hold it all, still
I always will.

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Who will grieve me
When I shall go?
Why would I want them to, though?
To wonder if I was truly loved?
Shouldn’t my living have told me so?

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