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Love doesn't hate,
Love doesn't demean,
Love makes you feel wanted,
It makes you feel seen,
Love doesn't boast,
It doesn't condecend,
Love holds your hand,
And is like a good friend.
Love doesn't turn it's back,
And ignore you for days,
It doesn't hurt your feelings,
In many different ways.
Love is there to hold you,
Even through troubled times,
Real love doesn't judge,
Because real love is kind.
So what is true love?
You may ask,
Well it's definitely not something that makes you feel like a task,
It doesn't belittle,
Or make you feel bad,
It doesn't treat you like you're invisible,
Or make you feel sad.
Real love lifts you up,
It doesn't bring you down,
Real love makes you smile,
And doesn't make you frown,
So if anyone ever makes you feel,
That you're not enough,
That's not real love,
Cause real love sticks around for you,
Even when things are tough.
I love Easter
It like a more honest Christmas
A few months stumbling
To really what what's life is
To take the glory
Then run?
Or take the deal
Already spun?
The Apostles
All dealt in their own way
Wether the 30 bits of silver
Or Crucified upside down to deliver
The affirmation
Of the light
The truth
And the way.
The cabbie who took me and my ma from hospital to home
Straight away started in with a tale all alone
Out of a clear blue sky
Struck in the head
And then by lightning
Boiled his innards
Popped his bones
Broke his head
Did the damage you might imagine
He was dead for awhile
Met his grandparents and God
They played Snap they were all smiles
Until it was deemed time for him to come back
He's wrote a book called
LIGHTNING MAN
I suggest you read it
It's remarkable
He's just doing whatever he can.
i'm sitting in a corner,
blue as a flower,
saying a prayer.

that room

I ve written
about that room, above the bar, often.
that there were shadows,
no windows,
but I really don't remember?
window, no window?

but whenever i tried to look up
there was the angry sky
chasing hope around narrow streets          

and those bits and ripples
of rain long asleep

casting shadows across
windows distant,
down my window pane.

do you ever think of me?

(written while sitting in a dark room
starring into a rain splashed window).
I will build a shrine and worship you.
I will speak of you with the sweetest sound.
I will lay next to you and kiss you goodnight.
I will revolve around you like I'm your satellite.
I will stay by your side, even if my life falls apart.
I will think of you whenever i look at the moon.
I will shine for you during your darkest days.
I will remember every touch and every gaze.
I will write about us till the end of time.
Streetlights through our silhouettes like crashing waves.
Witnessing the shrinking night beside each other.
All the things we could discuss,
but the ecstasy of stillness subdue us.

It's like we're stuck together
between reverie and reality.

As I look at you, I wish my next breath is my last,
so I won't have to surrender my gaze to the past,
so I can escape the transience.
I wish the time stretched, turning this night endless.
"what will they think?"- the
thought i had the most in my
entire existence.
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