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my love
thy hair is one kingdom
  the king whereof is darkness
thy forehead is a flight of flowers

thy head is a quick forest
  filled with sleeping birds
thy ******* are swarms of white bees
  upon the bough of thy body
thy body to me is April
in whose armpits is the approach of spring

thy thighs are white horses yoked to a chariot
  of kings
they are the striking of a good minstrel
between them is always a pleasant song

my love
thy head is a casket
  of the cool jewel of thy mind
the hair of thy head is one warrior
  innocent of defeat
thy hair upon thy shoulders is an army
  with victory and with trumpets

thy legs are the trees of dreaming
whose fruit is the very eatage of forgetfulness

thy lips are satraps in scarlet
  in whose kiss is the combinings of kings
thy wrists
are holy
  which are the keepers of the keys of thy blood
thy feet upon thy ankles are flowers in vases
  of silver

in thy beauty is the dilemma of flutes

  thy eyes are the betrayal
of bells comprehended through incense
who are you?
you look so familiar.
mirrors are tools,
you are a tool,
reflect my light.
i see so clearly,
i see my light
ever so faint.

reflect myself towards the moon,
i speak to the sun --
i speak to myself.
i speak to the moon --
i speak to a mirror.
you're a real illusion.
only reflecting
I am the deep, the sky in reverse
I have what you seek, for better or worse

I am the blue of infinite depth
I've swallowed the crews and cleared the decks

You are afraid or maybe intrigued
Of the place where you played and also was freed

Kiss me now like you did before
Give me your vow and the ocean is yours.
Why does poetry haunt me?
What does it want from me?
It lurks in the corners of my head.
It hides under the bed.

It whispers in the night so I can’t sleep.
It torments, taunts and creeps.

It used to be so innocent.
But not anymore.

I fear poetry is becoming
something I abhor.
**** you, poetry.
Wake, Eat, Work,
There are in betweens, Sleep,
what else.
We Loop.
And we think we live.
We Loop.
That what we are made for.
Our possibilities can't never be outside the MAKER's Box.
If not we will not be Looping..
Saw it coming
months away
in my sleep
in my dreams
an afternoon
midnight silence
I saw it coming
miles away
heard it in the wind
water screamed
to me
I saw it coming
in a tree
in a cloud
in my frown
my eyes screamed at me
I failed
I failed
I failed
do you want to know more about me now
I'm not perfect
do you want to talk to me now
I saw it coming
I just didn't want you to see it
I saw it coming
I failed
I knew every morning
this was coming
I didn't care
I still kept going

Now that I've failed
everyone screams at me
everyone looks at me
everyone asks for me
now that I've failed
everyone wants to scare me
I'm weak
I'm not perfect
I'm sorry I took off my mask
when you least expect it

you must hate me now
I should blame myself
////////  a little they don't know
kills my soul  ///////
On my knees, I kneel.
I beg for compassion.
........ Because......
To love is to forgive.
To forgive is to love.
To forgive is divine.
To error is human.

Don't deny the fulfillment of ***'s law.
love isn't optional but ***'s command.
And forgiveness is Godly.
Please forgive me, come back home.

Our home has turned into a house.
It's cold, please come back.
Come back and make it warm.
Please come back to restore this home.
Forgiveness is the final form of love.

Forgiving won't change the past.
But can change our future.
Please forgive me, take my hand, let's boldy face the future till death do us part.

After all, in the words of Bishop T. D. Jakes: "love is union of two great forgivers not lovers"
This just show the power of forgiveness.
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