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You can "get high" on love
That's not intoxication
It's increase in altitude
Soaring high on love's wings

Undiluted love in your blood and being
Makes your eyes see clearer than the Eagle's
Flushes out all impurities
There is no overdose with love
Make them wonder,
wander,
question
& Seek
beyond
the illusionary
life
placed
at their
feet
iii


silence
i preferred
above all
else

i thought
words
superflous
a curse

want to be
emotions
best kept
private

better
be silent
and feel
like a wheel

like the
universe
or beautiful
verses

wild flowers
seagulls
bees
a breeze

hindu kush
hushed
smoke bush
peace..
a bit of a falta for a poet but i resist the thesaurus and rely on quirky form or concept to retain origin..to rick and the guys..
I'm not a puppet on a string.
Meant to be dangled as someones play thing.
OR dance to another’s music.
Tonight, I plan my escape
to cut my strings and run away.
just playing with word puppet
Tiger behind smile
Leopard in eyes glows strongly
And you kiss like dove.

*

Dove whispers of love
pussycat’s eyes that sparkle
wolf in sheep’s clothing
Appearance of a new lover can be deceiving
At last I woke up,
I was always complaining,
I realized  the value of his presence during his absence.
My brain, my heart and my guts,
Three important organs of my anatomy,
My brain may be to use my logic or intellect,
Sometimes my heart insists to listen to it more,
And my gut feelings never go wrong,
Soronotin sets my moods.
There is art
In your heart
Painting pictures
When I lay
My head down on your chest

There are songs in your eyes
Singing lullabies
When you hover
Pin me down
With your stare

There is a poem
On the tip
Of your tongue
I taste it
When I kiss you

You are tortured
Stereotyped
My jaded lover
I hear it
When you won't talk
I have no words left to say.
This empty feeling won’t go away.
Everything comes and go.
No one ever stays.
It’s been a rough week.
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