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Temptation,
All around.
When focus,
Is all I need.

Worry,
Seeks guidance,
From me.

Dreams,
I see,
Drifting further away.

My life,
Passing by,
In front of me.

Seize,
I remember,
Although not many.

The mental imprint,
Of the greatest
And the worst.

I see,
My greatest tragedies,
In absolute truth.

I see,
My greatest triumphs,
In ultimate simplicity.

My life,
Naked.
Dissected.

Destiny is made,
When you master,
Not the exterior.

Death
Purpose
Freedom

Persistence
Time
Priority

Soul­

Believe,
Believe In yourself.
Nurture the garden,
That is your mind.
there is me,
trying to reach you.
and there is you,
caught in a web.
a search
born
of heartbreak
and
i always think
the last word
is the last word
but there
is always more
to say...
sometimes
you just have
    to size up
the man.
(silence)
   eyes moving slowly
*i can take you.
You told me you
              Couldn't find your way
                                     In your darkest nights
So I left you a star
               A star in every poem
                               To find your way home
//On her//
Thank you all for loving this poem so much! It's such an honor to have a daily poem.
I wrote this for a special someone in my life.
Looking at you I see a lifelong flicker
incubating my heart with its warmth
zeppelins fall before this beauty.

You look at me, and I see our friendship grow
onwards into the night sky, and our time is
unending yielding the fruit of mechanical bliss.

Arriving at our destination I see you now.
Rocking back and forth; your heart in your hands.
Enchanting the room with your spiritual show.

Actually perhaps my feelings were premature,
maybe we'll be friends forever
and I can call your name from my dark light house.
Zapping to life the bitterness held
inside of my sad and miserable little chest.
Now, I close this poem with one last line.
Goodnight, and thank you for being you.
There's just something* about the way the light shines off *your eyes like emeralds in their purest form just dug out from the ground.

There's just something in the way the words flow off your tongue like the wide array of colors that flowed off of Picasso's brush onto his canvas.

There's just something about the slow and steady movements you make in life, like it's a game of chess but you're the knight,  I'm the Queen and you're always a dozen moves ahead.

There's just something in your smile that radiates laughter, hope and joy like it's the sun and if we all didn't see it at least once a day, we might just **wither away.
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