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Balaguer Jul 2020
It was art
intuitively we aspire
destruction
I reminisce upon the reflection of your face
a garden of angles
Japanese cherry blossoms in their trees
your aura
was layers of white clouds
the sun was over it.
It was brighter as I looked.
I closed my eyes
to see
a bright star in the sky,
when I think about your face,
I melt
like birds looking for food
and find themselves inside
a snake's
mouth.
Serpents
Balaguer Jul 2020
And there I saw your face in the high waters,
it was ugly.
I hated it because you discovered,
the real me.
Unselfish and wanting to distribute,
unconditional love,
Original
falls short of an expression.
I lost the sight of you along the hot water
it was love
it looked like
lust.

®KS
Mysteries of the Earth
Balaguer Jun 2020
Driving tractor-trailers,
We switch gears because we feel the gear is giving out,
because there is a hill or curve approaching.
We learn that we are to inspect our tractor and trailer before
and,
after each trip.

In life,
our tractor motor is our soul,
our body is the tractor.
We are driving along the road of life.
Some of us are still learning how to switch gears.
Many of us don't know when a curve is approaching,
nevertheless a hill.
Many people inspect their bodies,
forget they have a soul.

®KS
Happy Driving!
Balaguer Jun 2020
Imagine discovering yourself
what you love,
what excites you,
what makes you cry of joy.
All because you now know more about you,
Your happiness is cut short.
Everyone around you,
abandons what you think is true.
Now imagine they all tell you
it's not real.
Your excitement just comes and goes.
Although you cannot stare at what brings you joy
for too long because of tears
it is just
an illusion.

®KS
What do you really love?
Balaguer Mar 2020
They never come without
love or cuddles.
Despite what anyone may say
they never end.
An absolute necessity,
craving desire,
you always find your way back too.
Loving this much
has made you weak,
kisses are what keeps your soul sturdy.

®KS
Kisses, Love & Cuddles
Balaguer Aug 2019
We are hurricanes,
leaving behind traces of who we are.
Separated by categories,
are the souls of every individual.
We seem to be dangerous,
others catastrophic.
One leaves you alive,
for you to later
find a way and get back up.
To think the next one could be,
one of your parents,
a new or old lover.
Bashing through your soul,
a friend or relative,
rips.
Leaving your body uninhabitable,
seizing to exist.
The soul inside can take it all,
but for how long?

®KS
Hurricanes come and go, which one hurt you the most?
Balaguer Oct 2018
What's not to love?
The obvious always seems so boring,
With you I jitter and laugh.
I now live,
Expecting unconditional love.
Constantly I miss and adore,
your touch.
We float with no gravity.

®KS
Love
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