My life at
the beginning
of creation
is woven with
words and
watered down
with poetry.
My mind
creates the
pictures that
the heart
wants me to
interpret into
words and
give it life.
My eyes
feeds the mind
with profound
scenes of the
unspeakable,
which my mouth
translates into
intricate words
of clear speech
and poetry.
Complex in nature,
convoluted and tangled,
complicated and twisted,
ravelled and ornate,
labyrinthine and winding,
maze-like and knotty,
serpentine and sinuous,
circuitous and detailed,
daedalian and involute,
mixed up and fiddly,
byzantine and Gordian
mind blowing words
that are arranged
in a delicate way,
to soothe and smooth,
correct and mend,
comfort and bring
solace to heal
our brokenness.
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Why are you
even here,
since you can't
put your heart
in love with
me when you
have the chance.
Your heart already
knows the answer
to what you seek.
Don't mock me,
tease me,
whiplash me
with your
wicked words.
Don't shatter
the skies with
your ramblings,
i really can't
stand your smooth
fine lies.
You didn't notice,
i've moved on.
In case you
didn't know,
i'm now taken,
i belong
to the heart
of another.
I've passed
the stage of
no return.
This is exactly
where i belong
and want to be.
See you another time
in another place.
So long!
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Nothing spoiled,
he said smiling.
So far so good,
you think
and relax.
But the mess
cannot still be
cleaned up.
He is a dangerous
reminder of
that bad day
long gone.
That day  
death visited,
your life hung
on a thread,
and you
narrowly escaped.
Still smells
like a rotten egg.
Can't be erased
so easily.
Can we get
pass this,
yeah right,
we can.
A habitual
offender
cannot repent.
Pathological
lair he is,
peradventure
he is not.
What is the
point of confession
when one
cannot truly repent.
Be cautious
with that two
edged knife,
you can still
bleed so bad,
that same knife
can still
cut you deep,
be careful.
Don't be naked,
with that one
who have
hurt you,
he knows the
way to your heart.
He's like a
poison hidden within
the nails.
And like the one
gazing at the
finger pointing
to the moon,
without looking up,
he misses the
heavenly glory.
Listen to what
he said and
to what he
is not saying.
It is okay to
protect the
heart in love.
The second
bite can
be devastatingly
destructive.
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All these experiences,
emotionally broke me.
It changed my life
and my heart has
taken more than
it can handle.
My eyes are
so stiff it can
no longer sleep.
The body so
weak it now
struggles for balance.
Now i wish i could
take back my
introduction to her.
But I'm going
to be okay
for my heart
are definitely opened.
I'm coming back
again stronger than
ever before.
Giving it an
extra punch is
the best way
to get around it.
What exactly I'm
i talking about,
i really don't know
and don't remember.
But i want to
take off the
sky just for you.
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This flower inside
my room is
beautiful and
the fragrance enticing.
But it's not
an indoor plant.
This flower is
not ordinary plant.
How did this flower
even get here.
Beautiful and fragile,
lovely and delicate.
How would I get
this flower out
of my room.
Can it survive
in a room all by itself.
Cannot handle
this flower all alone.
Seems like the
fragrance spreads
beautifully outside
the room.
My nostrils does
not resonates with
the fragrance,
but the flower
appeals only to
my eyes and
not my soul.
Even at this,
my heart aches and
hurts so bad,
for it cannot fully
open up to accept
the love of the
one who loves me.
She wants me but
I can never be with her.
My heart belongs
to another.
She is a beautiful
flower that belongs
to the outside garden,
not an indoor plant.
It can choke and
die inside the house
or it's poisonous pollen
will definitely destroy me.
Can someone,
anyone please take
it out of my way  
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She came in
from the dark,
walked in through
the front door,
smiling as if she
won a lottery.
But she is a
player and have
a secret plan.
Another fire is
set to burn.
Something freaking
spooky about
to be unleashed.
There are snakes
up her sleeves.
Dangerously different,
dubious in nature.
Amazon battle is
about to start.
Like a snake
that swallows another,
death is waiting
for the unsuspecting
naive weak ones
who are lured
into her trap
with manipulative
cunning crafty words.
There is death
in her mouth,
never kiss her.
There is poison
in her cup,
never drink out of it.
Her beauty is deadly,
don't be enticed
by her looks.
Her bed is
like the sepulchre,
a grave of the
foolish that can't
sense danger.
She dances her
way into the
lustful heart and
then like the
vampire goes for
the jugular and
send you to the
great beyond.
Avoid her like
a plague or
something terrible will
devour you alive.
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Do the right thing.
Know your competitors,
know your competitors
strength and know
their weaknesses.
Have your eyes
on the treasure.
See the glory
that is to come.
Do whatever it
takes to win.
A dark heart can
never make it right.
Look towards the
west and hold
the sunset,
for the blood
of the strong,
the weak and
the innocent was
spilled on the sand
for the gold to be found.
Difficult struggles brings
defined and different results.
For proper response
to lack of results
to be enacted,
communication is
a prerequisite.
A taste of the
good life is our
purpose and common goal.
Achieving it requires
dedication and persistence,
patience and endurance.
To win against all
odds there must
be a purpose
greater than your breath.
Even though your
breath is still vital,
it is a purpose and
mandate worth risking.
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