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Annabelle "in love with a whale"

One day I heard a song
the best one I've heard,
a most beautiful tale
about a little bird
in love with a whale
(what a cruel world)

The whale could not
fly until sunrise; and
the bird would never
live in the ocean with him;
but the sky was mirrored
in the ocean's waves,
and the clouds were (almost)
shaped like a whale.
So she'd rest on a branch
in the sea, and the whale said
"Just say close to me,

And float along;
do not cry, my dear."
And the bird asked him,
"Will you be waiting?
For if I die first, I'll fall
right by you in the bay.
Until then we must be apart."
And the whale softly told her,
"Okay.
But you already live in my heart."

Max Chelur "repaving with light golden love those roads to hearts"

Now a flowing air wise signs on waters flowing,
pouring forth from the pitcher of wisdom anew,
full, undrunk,instinctive of human absolutes all.
Gods,men,minds all uranian battling calm,futile
knowing,caring, grasping,fathoming, conquering.
Searing lightning flashes of intellects truly intuitive
burning our stiff dry coffined conventions, of yore
melting old cold solid knowledge cruel of Draco
to humane rivers righteous, of merciful hearts
ripping ways human sordid and corroded deep
repaving with light golden love those roads to hearts
is it enough I wonder, have we become naturalized?

Terry Collett "love. Possible, her psychiatrist"

I’ll not get over George,
Alice said, not manage
to get him out of my skin
or memory. Her psychiatrist

said she might. Twat. Her
word. Heard it someplace.
Not sure where. No, George
she misses. Known him for

years, ever since the work
house closed and they were
dumped in some home for
homeless.  He was partially

blind, saw badly, spoke in
a jumble of words. But she
was drawn to him; first out
of pity, then deeper out of

love. Possible, her psychiatrist
said, love may help whatever
it is. Arse. Her word. Heard
it somewhere, not sure where.

She kissed George first; then
he kissed her. Each carried the
work house haunting with them.
Young staff at the home for the

homeless, smirked, spoke behind
their hands. George seeing her
poorly imagined her better maybe,
she didn’t care, at least he was

kissing her and he was right there.
Once they almost did it, but
George fumbled and they lost
concentration. And they gave

that up as a bad job. Best not to,
her psychiatrist said. Knob. Her word.
Heard it someplace, not sure where.
Then George died; stiff in bed, his not

hers, heart gave out, the doctor said,
poor Alice, loved mostly, cared much,
all gone, not wed, she alone, missing
George, in her single noisy spring bed.

Azrael Always "Cause you start to say you love me"

Out of breath and sweaty
You turn as you roll off me
The barest hint of a question
Forming behind those eyes

You've been here before
A hundred moments to shrug your shoulders
As if to say
Whatever, who cares anyway?

Lips pursed just so
Whisper shocked suprise
Instead of the usual "I should go..."
Demurely ask "Can I stay?"
Suddenly start to cry

And our hearts break as I reach out to you
Cause you start to say you love me
When I interupt abrubtley
My thoughts are of someone else
But I guess you'll do

Susan O'Reilly "our love, a drug, so potent"

We walk hand in hand

our own enchanted land

fulfilling what we’ve planned


Treasuring every moment

our love, a drug, so potent

meeting you, I’ll never lament


Today, tomorrow and every day after

I plan to fill with lots of laughter

and know that I’m only getting dafter


I’m devoted to you

dreams can come true

when they’re dreamed by two

flower "why do humans seek love"

you petty people should thank me
for all the work i've done.
what work, may you ask?
why, have you not read a classic?
have you not heard beautiful orchestral music?
don't tell me i'm worthless!
for from my invisible loins have sprung
millions of brilliant works
admired by humans on a daily basis.
why do humans seek love
when the route to me is less ragged?
what did love ever bring to the table?
artwork? literature? no!
the novels you read about passionate lovers
springs from the very emotion that i behold!
love never typed or scripted
or sang or acted
for it is me--sadness!--who spins the earth.
he's crazed! you may gasp
but when my influence finds you
it'll seep from the music notes
and drip from printed words
like the blood of a slit vein
(which, may i humbly add,
i have also given rise to)
and overcome your mind likewise
to the countless others
doubtful of my solitary strength.
but nonetheless my beautiful wrath is here to stay
in the form of human emotion and creation
but i will never succumb to my own nature
because frankly
i enjoy my work.

j.b.
flower "cause *us* drives all of our passion to love and intensity to love"

the word i
is the most interesting of all letters and words
because i contains all of your raw emotions and raw ideas
    because i drives all of humanity to succeed and conquer
        because i withholds the secret to inner thought and inner feeling

but the word us
is the most fascinating of all by far
because us contains all of our accomplishments and successes
    because us drives all of our passion to love and intensity to love
        because us withholds the secret to eternal happiness and eternal love

j.b.
flower "tell me, my love,"

tell me, my love,
why do the birds sing
while humans are killed?
(because they are oblivious, you said.)

explain to me, my love,
why do humans kill
while the birds sing?
(because we are evil, you said.)

so tell me, my love,
are the birds
just like humans,
and are humans
just like the birds?
(yes, because we are both ignorant, you said.)

j.b.
The Author "Love my mother,"

I once knew a man,
A man who was my father,
Famous,
Honorable and
Respectable.
Upholding the values
He so constantly
Reminded
His daughter.

Or so I thought.

I once knew a man,
A man who loved my mother,
He did everything for her
When his family was against her,
He accepted her,
Loved her,
Pampered her.

Or so I thought.

I once knew a man,
A man who was a worker,
Busy earning money,
Providing for the family,
Always travelling the world
Bringing back
Stories,
Good or
Bad.
It was all for
Us.

Or so I thought.

I once knew a man,
A man who couldn't stand the cold,
He'd shiver and get a flu,
That's why
He couldn't sleep in the
Air-conditioned room.
Because he
Cared
So much
For his beloved daughter,
Let her sleep there
With her
Mother.
That's probably
Why he
Lied.

Or so I thought.

I once knew a man,
A man I thought I knew,
A man I trusted
Dearly,
Wholeheartedly,
A man I respected,
A man I looked up to,
A man who held the family together;
A man I thought would
Love my mother,
Not hurt her
In anyway,
A man I thought
I could trust,
Feel loved,
Spend time with,
Enjoy time with,
And Not spending

Every
Single
Day
Wishing he
Weren't

Here.

I once knew a man,
That I now wish
I still know.
But his actions
Unforgiveable,
Even the love
He now
Showers all over me,
I don't want it.
I don't want his love.
I don't want

Him

Or so I thought.

AladdinMA24 "Filled with laughter and love"

I'm tired,sleepy,exhausted
I just want to get under the covers
My head aches and years for sleep
Under the covers, it's like an oven

I lay my head down
And close my eyes
I toss and turn
Until I'm fine for the night

My back that ached
My neck that pained
All the depression
Was flushed away

As i lay down
I feel the comfort
I feel the softness,
As soft as feathers

I fall asleep without delay
When i wake up
It will be day

People, people !
Oh dear people!
I've slept like a baby

Like a new born son
Filled with laughter and love

The feathers in my pillow
The springs in my bed
Made me sleep soundly
While resting my head

I dreamt of a whole new life
Which i can spend
During the night

While i was asleep
I dreamt of angels

The bed that i layed on
Was a cloud so soft
Which i relaxed on

The bitter end
Oh, why did it have to come?

Could i not stay
In this Heaven?

 
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