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I’d like to think
I’ve always been good
But I know very well
What’s under this hood

Things I’ve done
Still make me cringe
Once my shadow
Was on that fence

But the good news
Other than an emotional wound
Bad karma doesn’t mean you’re doomed!
Traveler 🧳
Little things will make a huge difference to somebody else,
A little patience,
Kindness,
Mindfulness,
Smile,
Sharing,
A helping hand,
Charity,
Your award will be your happiness.
28/1/2021
I was walking in
that old betrayer,
rain.
I was soaked to the gills,
and my wingtips were
sloshing on every
broken sidewalk.
The wind took my last
match, so smoking was out.
I'd give my liver for
a lighter and two
dimes to rub together.
I think I'll join the
carnival, get on that
tunnel of love and never
get off.
The moon is rising
Full and bright
Hanging,huge
She sheds her light

Climbing,slowly
O'er the hill
Lazy,creeping
The night's so still

Spangled starlight
Welcomes her
As she takes her place
And begins to stir

Hearts in love

Hearts in love
Who look at her

And she smiles her smile
That only lovers know.
Lovers   moonlight
Listen to all the unrest
What if they all knew
The universe
Is trying to talk us through

You better learn to listen
And expand your beliefs
There’s no rest for the wicked
And
Religions can be a thief

Suffer and slumber
Or wake up and fly
There’s much more
Than flesh on the line!

Ideas grew old
Many times retold
Refurbished

Designs on the web
The spider knew its craft
The fly well caught
Adorned as centre piece

Reroofed and rebuilt
The origins restored
Lotus grew manifold

Memories of the old pond
Settled in the wet mud
Sliding over the new lotus leaves

Everlasting the ideation
The ideas old, retold
Refurbished
~
The beauty
Of your nest
Lies in knowing
What hides within
Is better than the rest

A glimpse through your foliage
Reveals a soft calyx
The petals of which are
The enthroned souls of the faithful
But a trap door nonetheless

When I enter
You will sigh
When I keep at it
You will know why
Angels sing

~
 Jan 2021 Wekiya Brian Cyrus
N
A year has passed,
and I am still writing
poems—pleas—for her

Three years,
and my stubborn heart
still yearns for hers

It has been so long,
and I fear I may have
dreamt you, dear one
 Jan 2021 Wekiya Brian Cyrus
N
You,
I tried to forget

Does my longing
not reach you?

You,
who abandoned my trembling hands,
it is my dreams you will not leave

But tell me,
is there a cure for longing?
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