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I look back to that period
of innocence
and deplore its brevity.

I recall when
we bathed ourselves
beneath the fountain of youth
and I believed
that our love would never die.

Was it a lie,
or just unspoken truth?

Every breath I took
brought me closer to you.
But it was not enough.
Why could I not understand
that all I lacked
was the recognition
that there was nothing
I needed
that I didn’t  already have?

It is a lifelong pattern.
A concern over what I might be missing
has always spoiled my
enjoyment
of what I already possess.

And while we continue
to blame others
for our own shortcomings,
we fail to recognise that
a voyage on
the vessel of forgiveness,
must begin with  forgiving oneself.

We have freedom of choice,
but apparently
we prefer to choose regret
rather than happiness.

All things are dust,
and to dust all things return
is a biblical pronouncement.
But while we may rail
against the losses and perils
of our existence
it is too easy to forget that
the bough may have broken,
but the tree still stands.
I hate men
Who give up easily.
Be it
A goal
Or
A girl !
They are restless until they tell her how they feel, and give up on her right after a small rejection...
I think they should not...
Yesterday

A votary of democracy
And a combatant!

Today

A tyrant and a parasite!

Tomorrow

A prison inmate,
Who regrets
A wrong turn or bent!
Politics in Africa, a mockery of justice, a vicious circle.
 Jan 2017 Chloe Chapman
Àŧùl
Lost in the vast bog of stories,
It dies a slow unsung death,
May it meet its personality,
Only impersonality shrouds it now,
Under the flutter of wings,
Shall not get all it deserves,
It'll remain majorly ignored in the clutter of words,
Not because it's poorly projected, but,
E**ntirely because it's not written in my destiny.
Secondary acrostic LIMOUSINE poem.
Though my eBook novel has the best story,
It will remain unread because of my destiny.
My destiny is dictated by the planet Mars,
And it has so far marred my happiness.

If anyone is interested in my eBook novel titled 7 Seconds, they may go to its Amazon page for purchasing it.
Find it on: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00MYY0DMA
And help me bear my medical costs.
My HP Poem #1379
©Atul Kaushal
 Jan 2017 Chloe Chapman
SassyJ
How can life begin when you fall on a cliff?
sat on a ledge for as long as the rain remains
waving for the meandering unforgivable miracles
of allowable hesitation and tensional destitution

When you look at a face do you see in the beyond?
areas and layers that regardless appease to angels
the marvels of the new coming unstormy parables
ushered at the lengthy table of debatable ideology

Whom do we pledge the crooked ways of the men?
aisles of mean and immeasurable consequential regrets
of when the summer unfolded and winter melted
beneath the flow of the lakes in the unseen caves

Where do we bow our untold perceived reconciliations?
kneel at the pebbled mast of an eventful aftermath
till the grounds little one, sift the fertile from gravel
start again, nurture the soils and bloom to fertility
It's never late to start again.
Armenian music: (Duduk): Lévon Minassian https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_58AnhnbIgI
 Jan 2017 Chloe Chapman
Traveler
Wisdom emerges, compassion transcends
Logic refuses to accept there's an end
Life seeks meaning, people seek love
It's all the way down and all the way up

Imagination stirs the ocean
Dreams surpass the sky
Words flow forever
Through a universal mind
Traveler Tim
There're Two Kinds Of People
Those Who Prefer Blue Skies
Those Who Prefer Grey Skies
HEART BREAKER
Full of words, but it’s an empty poem
It’s a night without darkness
A day you can’t tell with darkness
A book without pages
A bird without feathers
A young life but lived for ages
That’s her now
She became so ever since you pressed her the 24th alphabetical letter
Who thought she can be speaking only one language of hate when others called her a mocking bird
And now who she became no one can tell
You moved on to the next one, but her too, you didn’t keep her like your DAD does your mother.
It’s anonymous how you want your sister to be cared for forever,
If I meet her, I shall make her mine and ask for your demons but only greater ones from the devil himself, and when I leave like you do to other innocent souls, I will great her with pure evil if we meet again.
So many hearts broken by you,
Myself I didn’t believe easily you broke my crush heart so easily
And now when I see her, always down, I do craft her the truth to say;
All men are different, if not so we would be born all by mere mistakes, so keep you inside you and don’t birth death to your soul but keep up with life until one day you rise like a phoenix.
But you heart breaker, I warn you, for you will regret your acts later.
By; SIMULINGA RK-HUNTER MOSES
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