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This Is The path

This is the path I have been given

This is the chorus meant for singing

 

Nobody figures out their own fate;

we only hope we can carve out a way

to Heaven’s gate.

 

For the path we walk is a crumbled mess,

trodden on hopelessly by the rest.

 

If this life is just singular and mortal,

then we have lied to ourselves

in thinking there were many portals.

 

But there can only be one way

to the wretched grave;

it is how we choose to spend it

that gives us our name.

 

If we choose it wisely,

why should we fear to die?

 

The old learn to embrace

Death’s precipice daily;

breathing out life

is nothing more than a sigh.

 

In the end it is all a matter of time;

there are no lessons in learning how to die.

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The Only Love I know

It seems you have become the vital ingredient

To the mixture of my life;

Without you there is neither colour nor perfection

And I struggle to remember what it feels like to be alive

 

For when you are with me, you fulfil me

The picture is whole again

Yet you don’t realise that behind these brown eyes,

Ulterior motives doth lie

 

I never meant to be secretive,

Harbouring mal intent to cut you down

I never wanted you to second-guess me,

With heavy interrogatives furrowing

Deep into your brow

 

It is just that I love you, truly and deeply

I always hope and wish that somehow you would accept me

 

Yet that is a step I am unwilling to take;

Its execution would be murderous,

Undoing the brilliant friendship

That we have made

 

And so the story stays the same;

Loving women is always part of the game,

Losing them is what I most fear,

In solitude I shed a tear,

For it is always them that

I want to draw near

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The Love You Give To Me

To hold still in that moment,

Completely calm and yet

Softly trembling with fear;

To listen to each other’s

Breathing while tightly

Drawing them near;

To hear each other’s

Quiet murmuring,

Whilst our bodies hug

Closer in our yearning;

 

This is how I know I am loved

And set free from all my hurting.

 

Words and their logic dissipate

Into meaninglessness when

Confronted with such intimacy

This is how I know to cherish

The love you give to me

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The Light That Eclipses All Darkness

For so long I have learned to dwell in darkness,

It’s like I never even knew the light existed

I disguised myself in its depths,

Preventing myself to grow

But now I know there is a light

That eclipses all darkness

It is the only way, the only hope

For this broken world

I long to bathe in its brilliance

And to never shrink back to those shadows

That first comfort and then flee.

It was never meant to be.

The answer to this life is love

I should have always listened to the voice of

Wisdom from above.

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The Flowers I Once Gave You

The flowers I once gave you were

But weeds infesting the ground

I mistook their colourful appearance

To mean true beauty, offering it up

To you as a token of my love

 

You accepted them thankfully,

Yet what they really were you did not tell me

How can it be that a daughter’s love can fail so unknowingly?

Whatever has been seeded since reminds me

Of the sickly weed I thrust into your hand…

I plucked earnestly and innocently from

Nature’s bed, yet all she gave me was

A dandelion, showing off its yellow head

 

All I have now are of memories of that time,

The weeds I took to be real flowers remain forever on my mind.

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The Dream

Last night as I slept,

A dark stranger entered my mind,

A vision so strong I believed

It had been brought to life:

 

Her presence swimming from the river

To the bank; her movements so graceful

My heart almost sank

 

Before I could whisper a word,

Her hands started gliding up my legs;

“I hope I’ll be able to do something

To get your forgiveness,” she said

 

My heart wept violently,

Like a little child inside of me

I could do no more than to put my

Hands in front of me upon what I saw

 

So I stroked her hair gently,

Feeling as if some great

Benefactor had sent me

As her saviour,

Urging me to forgive her

 

How could I ever act in hate,

Wearing the mask that perpetrates?

How could I ever lose myself in anger,

Using my words to strangle her?

 

I could not achieve such a feat,

Not whilst she was crying desperately at my feet

 

So I rubbed my hands into the smoothness

Of her back, to reassure her

That my love for her does not lack,

 

Until all of a sudden I woke and found

That her presence had deserted me

 

When I tried to recall the dark stranger

In my mind I experienced revelation anew:

 

The dark stranger – it was you.

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She

How I long for her soft femininity,

feeling her arms wrapped tightly around me

and the warmth of her breasts pressed against my chest…

this is the feeling that I love best

 

And surely my touch is still imprinted upon them, not left

unscoured by the hands of men.

For how can such coarseness dare to embrace such a lady as she?

Never did I even hope, nor imagine in vain,

that her lover would be me.

 

Nothing as tender will surpass this gentle creature,

nor cliches overbear her fame;

this is the woman I have come to know and love

and the shape of my heart resembles her name.

 

And her name resides with mine and this is how

it will forever be; softly loving and passionate,

my dearest, affectionate she.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Seeking Intimacy

You and I both know we could

Have stolen a kiss tonight…

But it wasn’t to be

 

My heart sighs with all these goodbyes

The absence is real and it

Hurts inside

 

Yet I must endeavour

To carry on

I desire to be more intimate

And yet, somehow, it seems wrong

 

It is never the right time,

Nor the right place.

Never the right reason,

Never the right face.

 

And so intimacy is wasted

On those who least know it,

Whilst the lonely ones lie despairingly,

Aching to show it.

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Rushing Sorrow And Sadness

I have never been in this place before:

With nothing to look back or forward to

The eyes that were once dry are now filled with weeping…

How can I let go of the sorrow and pain I’ve been keeping?

 

My tears are wet and salty

I can only hope they are washing out whatever was inside

Will you dry my eyes?

 

My face is wet from the tears that came streaming

And somehow I knew it was coming.

All the emotions came flooding in and took hold of me

 

I could do nothing to stop them from rushing out.

It all just came rushing out.