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 Aug 2015 Joe Adomavicia
K Mae
I come close, craving and cradling
when you sleep
half awake, your words sweet, edges blurred
Beloved.

    But awake  
your voice so loud
shakes my world
arms jabbing all akimbo
building what you fear
your words cannot transmit.

Beloved, go to sleep.
Run
Do you remember when we run for our life's together?

It wasn't so scary with you by my side

Let's do it again
(One year ago in Costa Rica)
Why do we always find a way to come back to eachother? He said.

Me: it reminds me of a wind chime,like the wind blows us back into rhythm.

What? He said.

Me: Our hearts when we are chiming together it is like a mesmerizing melody.It reminds me that we are beings on our journeys meant to meet the ones we can't and don't ever want to forget. That kind of feeling that once you get that vibration that consumes you,you're never going to be able to replace it.

And he would of said: True.How can it be that we do this all the time ?

Me: Love is the catalyst to every decision, and this is how beauty shines through and creates happiness. Happiness is the meaning of life, and letting go of fear is the purpose. Individually our happiest place is while we are together...why are we holding back? **We are soul mates.
He called me.
she is seen to appear in moonlit nights
in her bridal dress and sparkling jewelry
though the sparkles may just be fireflies
and her bridal dress a will-o-wisp
silhouetted by the playful moon
smiling in broken ripples on her toe.

she stands on the pond's edge
gazing at the crested sparks of moon
fathoming the depth of the grey slime
where he once reached to lay in peace
and she followed through fireflies and ripples
leaving in the winds her echoes.
 Aug 2015 Joe Adomavicia
Poetria
Oh how you crumbled my defences.

Oh how my walls fell in defeat.

*
The damage was displayed

in the rubble at my feet.
// They were bound to fall someday;
they've been standing way too long,
just rotting away. //
 Aug 2015 Joe Adomavicia
Poetic T
Candles lit the moon,
As the wax dripped
Little droplets fell in
The nights sky.
Each a tiny wick,
And they burnt,
Shining bright.
There is a candle
It lights up the moon,
And ever night a new
Droplet falls, and a
New light forms in the heavens.
Glowing brightly upon darkness
Can you see, can you see
The candle flickering in the orb of night.
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