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 Jul 2020 Mark S
ymmiJ
Untitled
 Jul 2020 Mark S
ymmiJ
common courtesy
simply sweet gestures matter
general life rules
 Jul 2020 Mark S
Khyati
Sometimes I wake up
in the morning
only to wait for the
night to take over the sky
And the sun to bid its early good bye.

And hence I'll make love to
the winsome moonlight
.
In love with the night sky!
 Jul 2020 Mark S
Pepper Dove
All One
 Jul 2020 Mark S
Pepper Dove
I stand

  in front

    of you
  
I can see,

  See...
  
... Me

Now is it all so

    true?

All of you...

...is all of me?

Deep within

    your layers

      of skin
  
Reflecting;

  inner self,
  
    myself,
    
      my dear
    
        friend
      
Where do I begin?

     I am you,

And you are me

Everyone else:

too blind to see

        That
    
We're all One,

        Truly
The people in our lives are merely mirror reflections of bits and pieces of our inner self...
Like puzzle pieces we are to one another... in the end, we are all just one giant puzzle.
(The puzzle analogy just now made me think to write a seperate poem on that too... hmm...)
 Jul 2020 Mark S
Pepper Dove
and
        when
        you
        feel
         that
          soft
          gentle
           breeze
           against
           your
           cheek
           just
          know
         it is
        me
 Jul 2020 Mark S
Myrrdin
Unspoken
 Jul 2020 Mark S
Myrrdin
Why do I say these things,
Only what you want to hear
Truth is more precious
Than feelings.
I know what happened that night,
So do you.
 Jul 2020 Mark S
DBE
Every fiber commands to bounce
to run, to fly!
But if I never stop running where will I end up
down by the river the maiden bathes
sunlight upon her
I have never seen such eyes
"Come bathe with with me"
"I cannot for if I stop I shall die"
She got out of the water and slowly came toward me
I felt her breath. I felt her warmth
water slowly cascading down
curves and edges
her *******, her thighs
"and if you died?"
"then everyone would see that I was nothing more than a boy who ran"
she took me by the hand
my blood began to swell
she pulled me into the water
and kissed me
I kissed her
All of her
"Better to be a a man who died than a boy who ran"
And so I died inside of her.
and down the creek we flowed.
                                                                                        -DBE
 Jul 2020 Mark S
putiira
Maybe you'll get down
Maybe you'll get hurt
Mother Earth will guide you to find the true colors
To heal a million smiles
 Jul 2020 Mark S
putiira
We're here through the rain
To keep fight for our wildest dreams
Don't afraid there's no more
Lonely fears
No more tears
We will fly away
Let show the world
How beautiful we are
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