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What monstrous love that an empire of words building up,
Can be torn down by a single transgression, as if to start again in solitude!

What monstrous love that conditions line our very affections.
And that under circumstances they dwindle and give.

What monstrous love that pouring your heart out no longer is good enough,
Because you’ve had to do it to keep yourselves together.

But I shift backwards in my squandering,
And reside in what I’ve built.
Our tapestry laid across the face and ***** a quilt.
All this love I’ve been hoarding, gathering it for later. Laundering.
But, is it monstrous if it is all for naught? To wilt?
To these ends, experience for broken hearts, I am left pondering.
A poem I wrote at the very end of my relationship, 2 days before we broke up. We just got into a huge fight, and things were already starting to look grim. But we held on to familiarity, albeit for too long. (- -}- -}- -}A B A B A B)
So Crazy, yet my reasons why left hazy.
I know me, “Days he speaks words so lazy.”
I know me “Ways he flow ain’t as elegant as no daisy.”
Life is phasy, phasing from wrongly known to knowing to write.
I need to be right, these fists are flying and dying to know who to fight.
I need to be set alight to be seen, attracted by spectacle buy tickets to me crying.
Though I’m spying on success to see if it’s alright, it looks pale and drying.
Trying to know when this frying of skin is vying for success not lying to my pen and time buying.
Pride is prying to know when I’m up in flames but that’s anybody’s guess.
I’m in the paper, but hated by the press. Print me a teen that could have been.

Baby, I think of you on the daily, my morals ain’t shady but body shaky.
Hair so wavy such a lady I think that maybe our life could be easy lately.
I need to be loved, it bites, such blight on my minds white light.
It’s a delight, though lack of foresight. Despite my flames do ignite my gravestone.
I’m complying to them but applying to beat them supplying my unfair life undying.
I’m just edifying on etiquette. Clarifying on Clarity. Fortifying my new fortune.
Success is mystifying but horrifying up close and oh does it feel gratifying!
Acknowledge me be, stress leads to a field day for that same press.
Assess the attention, Address the Advice, Repress wrongly found success.
Somewhat clean, sometimes mean, On Results I never fall but I always lean.
Need not consult the occult on how to be an adult. I need to be in a winners Catapult.

I need Attention. I need love, Not to mention, No more doves.
A Poem I wrote during my relationship, but more about my striving for success. Uses a lot of rhymes within the lines. I was inspired by the rhymes and syllable uses of this by Biggie Smalls, the rap legend.
What means it, that I a man
Renounce the fabric of souls?
Lineage not in thought, but surely in clan.
Stay silent til perish. Yell out in anguish. Having holes.
Let us see,
Who I could be.

I am a pious man
And take this from my belief,
Death means nothing to us
Glory awaits loyal men.
I shall not know answers
Until I have long perished.
But God loves me, and her.
Must an angel fall for me?
Evil has Genesis,
In the majorities sake.
The world is to end soon.
**** opens to wicked men.
Barren, worldly ******.
Birth the christ unto our kind.
Visions of futures past
Are at the hand of my God.

I am a pious man
And take this from my kinship,
Children grow in heaven
And grow ripe in jesus’ reach.
Though not as one being,
God, Jesus one in purpose.
Do not indulge in fruit,
But replenish the Earth’s land.
With those of my ***** birth.

I am a pious man,
And take this from my namesake,
We are generous men.
Neighbors above our purpose.
We proselyze our word
Golden and Holy Teachings.
I pray to my Savior
As if he sat next to me.

I am a Pious man,
And take this from my Wife’s love,
I am glad I changed me.
Abandoned the world, two years.
I love our children so
Reflected of Holy light.
I have so much more faith
Than any men ever needs.

I am my own man,
And take this from my questions,
Few answers manifest thoroughly in session.
And inconsistencies are greater than.
I love a Pious Woman,
I fear what she must know
I know no gladder Teachers,
Than a priestess in her veil.
But give her another man.
As I’m cursed with knowledge so.
I await her enthusiasm
To convince my soul to grow.
But I mostly know my answer
So I fear her response.
I am no Pious man.
What awaits me at the morrow.
Be Myself I can.

I am no Pious man,
And take this from my hardships,
I love a Pious Woman
While on a Godless trip.
It changes things when your ex girlfriend thinks you go to ****. I thought I could believe in what she did, but I couldn't lie to myself. Alternating in Rhymes, and 5 to 6 syllables.
Do we pray if in the universe alone?
Are our hearts void prone?
Fill them with what our hearts make known.
For she knows, beautiful on the throne.
To her the universe and its nature was shown.
Her mind is her universe, her perceptive zone.
And everything around it, proof set in stone.
But be it so, from conscience desire we take a loan.
For many on points may agree, in our own little worlds we are lone.
For what does a God make but things to atone?
Only but victims to sanctification, deified backbone?
But she sees it, beyond our eyes and senses a capstone.
Our evils we disown
Our deeds we enthrone.
I cease to understand, this love gemstone.

I do what I think, and from it know what I feel.
For reality and it’s perceptions I know not the deal.
I know what it isn’t but not to it’s spiel.
For reality in a basket was packaged and sealed,
I know not the inscriptions, but I know their look and it’s seel.
For I take pride in my work, and to thank need I kneel?
Must I sacrifice the heart and the veal?

But it is in her heart, Jesus her hero.
Pointing out her path, in a linear arrow.
Predisposed and into it’s comfort borrow.
Change is menacing, of a ruthless bureau.
But look at the stars more clearly.
Must a human like being, put us here his villains to him and his son the Heroes?
But I feel scrutiny drawing nearer.
As my era of silence draws to a close, I must either rebel or cry “ditto.”
Worship is communalism, it is understood through a collective limbo.
They know some things are wrong but not why, and others mirror.
You cannot have it both ways, at night and in morrow.
Yet there she is, sleeping through sermons but claiming them thorough.
Perhaps she is afraid of a Godless sorrow.
Of those who drift too far, from morality they widow.

But morality is not in every deity.
Morality is Mortal and Ambiguity is Immortal.
Commands change, principles are idle, ideals and idol.
But inward, subjective observation reaches divinity.
I must let her know this, my Goddess.
She reminds me of humility, to love, my lord.
Her reminders of myself are divine.
And her arms are better than heaven.
What is of Satan but condemned from the moment of creation?
Love is the thing that reigns Almighty.
To others my wise sounding works I hope to bless.
And her and I, lovely we are not saints.
But Saints are of God, Ethnocentric to Abrahamic virtues.
Cut your *****, supply ****** no mercy.
**** your sons for your liege.
God is violent, Jesus is peaceful.
How must they agree? Let alone be the same person?

Love across the veil
Doubt only in these moments
“We pray to thee God.”
A kind of hot take on some things my Ex believed in, if you are not a fan of Religious commentary do not read.
Well but the universe revolves boringly, in familiar ways.
It seems to be droll, to come to a crawl.
Oh but without the love I feel I would forever bawl!
Let us quickly learn from the past, then set it ablaze.
We should know our mistakes and triumphs, but to dwell on them not for the rest of our days.
Oh but prophetic are the Stories of love to such a doll!
To find this amazing woman amongst the vicious sprawl.
I turn to you and I want you to have my praise.

I am doing the things I know I should
And I know that life brings us down.
But we have built this, to do us both mutual good.
Let us forget the opinions of those saboteurs, those clowns!
For nothing more have I wanted to fight for and having stood
I am glad to have you around, and maybe one day in a Wedding Gown.
A Poem I wrote about my Ex again, like I said, getting over it one step at a time. At this time, this was the peak of my love for her. Retrospectively unfounded, but nonetheless real.
Love,
Know it
Heard about,
You know its name.
I found it humbly.
In the heart of beauty.
I know now my ignorance.
In ignoring her pleas to me.
I took her heart, and now she took mine.
Let us rest as firm beings together.
Watching the night sky dance and pass us by.
Laying side to side while we confide.
In each others loving embrace.
In the wake of tragedy,
And the highs of being.
We will go through it.
Together now.
Hand in hand.
For us,
Love.
A Double Etheree Love poem I made for my ex, a little later in the relationship when things smoothed out a little bit.
I don’t know what this love means
I don’t know if it was meant to be in our genes.
I don’t know if it is because we’re both teens.
I don’t know if I am prone to act as a machine.
I don’t know if this is meant to be part of my routine.

I don’t know if this is the girl of my dreams
I don’t know what this love means.
A story after my Ex kind of chewed me out, I remember vividly her holding grudges against me while I was forgiving. And how I began to for the first time during our relationship question it's legitimacy. IDK, hindsight's a real ******* huh?
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