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    The Heart’s Betrayal

    Out of deep sorrow for the loss of my muse
    The machine stops to recapture its stasis
    Stolen by the unrequited idea of this mirage,
    The scarlet tic toc craves pristine amuse

    The pump of the sweet amorous concoction
    Tastes tart to the disused forlorn tongue
    Maybe the machine leeks this viscous fluid
    To purchase desire at the body’s auction

    This nature’s request for the suitable mate
    While the soul of the failure still remains,
    Cranks the contraption most vital gears
    As a mismatched tic toc at hearts gate

    The betrayal of knowing the truth and never
    Ever leaving the past wholly shatters me
    The Sunlover wants to bloom when the light
    Shines darker than the doubt of forever

    That is the heart’s betrayal

    Viewing the sunrise through my wasted eyes
    unfold as the tears of my broken dreams,
    I remember the be...

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    The Irony of It All

    "Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens."
    - J.R.R. Tolkien

    The irony of it all is the loneliness of a star.
    Not noticed in the nebula, she glances from afar.
    At her neighbor’s neglect, even in nature of quasar.

    The irony of it all is the silence of the owl.
    A lot in the gloom it used to hoot and growl.
    Prior to the onslaught of looks with a scowl.

    The irony of it all is the frostiness of the blaze.
    A fire that only freezes surrounds me in haze.
    My friends, the flames, their stare a cold gaze.

    The irony of it all is a bird that wants a cage.
    Astounding is the absence of his own faith and sage.
    To acquaint with his habitat, he is afraid to engage.

    The irony of it all is a knight with no one to save.
    To issue a kind aid, insignificant it is to crave.
    So the importance of his ideal is dug into a...

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    Visceral Struggle (Swan Song)

    Part I
    The night, no moon in the sky
    The wind, full force as to fly
    The cold, as to numb the blood
    The trees, shadows the vision flood
    The night, dark blue in the water
    The wind, of rose is the howled attar
    The cold, close to freezing the lake
    The trees, static dormant to a shake
    The night, solitary is the dark
    The wind, momentary is its mark
    The cold, nearly settled is the doubt
    The trees, silent is their spout

    The night, the wind, the cold, the trees

    A Swan glides with an asynchronous thread
    Feathers in the umbra, the heart partly dead
    He has lost his dearest, his alluring arch
    Spring isn't coming, no September or March
    Once there was another swan
    To make the lake shimmer with dawn
    Their courtship was the core of the pond
    A rare gem of opal coloured their bond
    Unlike gems, though, be crushed l...

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    Water Under Ice

    Flowing under winter
    Is the warmth of a fading love
    That once was on the surface
    But now struggles to be shone

    Cold hearts once bled red
    Broken, they needed repair
    Grey was too stiff for the aching heart
    So blue was the color of the broken part

    But Jotunheim and its giants can be melt
    By the prowess of Asgard and its heroes
    As the icy, depressive cover has formed
    After the heart had been healed

    So, many times passion becomes a fuel
    To extinguish the fear of the person who never knows
    And this gas perpetually ignites
    And the water that once thawed the rime
    Won’t remain covered, buried under ice

    That is why love always resurfaces
    With the heat of hope and will
    Querying if the person the heart beats for
    Doesn’t has her beating in sync, still

    But like a snowflake, love falls in pieces
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    Lost Girl

    To the once blooming violet, is it true?
    Will she succumb her petals to the burden of time?
    Will I be witness to the ripples of this crime?
    Is the storm to drown her in skies darkened blue?

    Why is the savior the one to endanger?
    Why is the heartsease the one heartbreaker?
    Why is the kind spirit the true soul shaker?
    Why is my best friend to become a stranger?

    How can she lose against the clutches of temptation?
    When was the divine cursed with humanity?
    How could the listener speak with inanity?
    When was our friendship twisted into damnation?

    Will an invasive weed be victorious in his heist?
    Is the weed to convince her of his illusive might?
    Is he sucking her salve, to my abysmal fright?
    Will I rot of envy from the disgraceful tryst?

    Why is life’s story a destiny written in stone?
    Why can’t I change the demise plagued withi...

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    It’s Complicated (Eulogy to Good Feelings)

    To the prayers who mourn
    and to the mourners who pray
    To ‪the seekers‬ of faith
    as to believe, warmth bring it may
    To the souls of whom sworn,
    an anguish of grief with ceaseless wraith

    Here forth in this unholy grave
    Lies the spirit of your salvation

    To the lovers who dreamed
    and to the dreamers who loved
    To the cosmic pairing
    as toys the void the fair beloved
    To the sole swan, by time, seamed,
    an ache of lost mesmeric sharing

    Here forth in this sterile grave
    Lies the body of your gestation

    To the good memories
    And to memories of good
    To the aether of life
    as a ghost encased in soft wood
    To the shared old stories
    an amusement of cuddles and strife

    Here forth in this forgotten grave
    Lies the mind of your foundation

    Even when darkness raises a wall
    (This...

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    Blooming Violet, Early Morning Delight

    “Why did you do this for me?” He asked. “I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you.” “You have been my friend,” replied Charlotte. “That in itself is a tremendous thing.”
    - E.B. White Charlotte's’ web

    Blooming violet, ghost
    Of the blonde sun.
    Beauty of contrast.
    The sun shines brighter
    But not perceived by many,
    The violet no longer hides
    And eclipses the star with
    Its heart shaped petals

    Mythic essence, desired
    By queens... emperors.
    Her hidden power.
    The might of Greece
    Kneels down to her grace.
    The flower of spring Persephone
    Has chosen. Athens symbol.
    Flower to fool Apollo

    Withheld greatness, how
    modest she is to all.
    The gift of Humility.
    The faithful flower painted
    Timidly by the Bible’s artist...

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    Tulip and Rose

    In a field of red roses by the lake,
    A white rose calls up to the sun
    With her beautiful petal scarf
    And her cheerful smile
    Over another field, a tulip stands sad
    He is one in the crowd, no one special
    “Smart,” some say, “too shy” others may
    But he struggles, moving his cheek

    The tulip looks at the ethereal rose every day
    Wondering how such a flower grew from the floor
    An angel’s tears of joy, he might think
    A kiss from Gaia, he would have hoped

    Tulip doesn’t know much of the rose
    And fears never being able to embrace her
    He feels that both have too much in common
    But his inner parasites would hurt her
    For a majestic rose that dances with the moon in the water
    Such normal tulip will never have a chance
    Her perfect stem is made of silk
    His is damaged and made of paper

    Still, the tulip dr...

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    White Rose

    A mellow nose
    Gorgeous as the moon
    Mirrored in the lagoon

    Your skin is tender
    Your uniqueness is beauty
    Of previously not seeing your splendor
    Your smile makes me guilty

    Love is your center
    Kindness, your vitality
    Light in the dark, a magic mender
    Goddess of purity

    White rose
    A perfume dose
    Peaceful as the moon
    Mirrored in the lagoon

    Your scent is the trip
    And Paradise is my fate
    If constantly smelling your friendship
    Becomes an open gate

    I will be your grip
    For when you are desperate
    Just accept the bee that wants your lips
    To pollinate your fate

    White rose
    Striking a Pose
    Shiny as the moon
    Mirrored in the lagoon

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    Love Letter: Heart Breaks for Heart's Sake

    Dear Venus of my Heart,

    The Solstice of blue, once flourishing with fiery flowers red, the petals of our garden froze. The chimney of our cabin of dreams, ambitious as Alexander's attainments, pops with the fog of the remnants of heat. We used to defy the now frozen roaring raging river of time and drink from the abstract notion of forever. For me, it felt like years embracing the elation of our entangled hearts, despite the days that went by. But reality is a grey mirror, and, in a hoard of wretched ways, I wronged you. Our Ecstasy, even extremely enlivening, was fleeting in behalf of my secret despair.

    Imagine I a long-lasting love, a motto that guards me of any break. An unpierceable vowel, a couple for life, to live like lions loyal, bold and courageous yet entwined. So, to pour my emotions akin to the biblical flood and undergo an Ophelia, or even a Mimì, to subversion it distresses me. The motivations of mine may map me as an adamant, b...

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