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Impromptu
Concocted in my mind
Excitement or disappointment
Doe eyed and coy
**** and enticement
Heart a beating
And abeating
And abeating
A calmness
Sly smiles not a facade
Lackadaisical in emotion
Tethered doll am I
Seduction unnecessary
Unknown to our pairing
Anxiety unknown
What does it hold
All or nothing
The curiosity
Endless chatter
tastes so good
Stay
The sky is a bowl of withered stars.
With emotion veiled
in the corner
of those truly murky blankets.
I spoke with the ghost of a fulminated tree
he told me his story
that is mine.

So his indirect revenge.


I will make a prayer to the rainbow after the flood,
after us,
after you and me.

There is no solution outside of love.
when two hearts fall in love . they both beat as one
and forever more the love it will go on
happiness and joy this your love will share
each and everyday love is always there.

there to last a life time. and eternally
and forever more the love will always be
inside your heart for ever. your love will always stay
there inside your heart. until your dying day.
  Aug 2018 Desmond the poet
Dor
This digital world kills me.
Slowly.
Feelings of heartbreak, loneliness,
Laughter, happiness, and excitement
Swallow you whole.

You can’t trust them.
It feels real, at first.
But this isn’t reality.

You must know that.
She did know.
But she dove right in, anyways.

The problem with being different...
Is that you look elsewhere for friendship.
And love.

It’s not all bad.
But mostly, it is.

She was curious, at first.
Simple conversations.
So genuine.

So, when it happened,
She felt nothing.

Deep in her heart,
Perhaps, she felt something.
Worry?
Care?

She never dared to show it.
Because she believed it
To be a form of weakness

That will consume you
And bury you
Alive.
Desmond the poet Aug 2018
It’s a good day the lord granted.
Everything seems so perfect.
Weather is sweet.
Sun’s shining.
What could go wrong?

…….Until…..

I felt you coming.
Like a hijacker through a rear view mirror.
How I wish for a false alarm.
Dear lord may this cup pass.
A moment to accept the inevitable arrived.

Oh my God! you seized me once again.
You came like a thief at midnight.
You hijacked my mind.
You exposed me to wrath of migraines.
Horrible 30 seconds in a 24hour day.
It's like a small stain on a white garment.

The cruelty of an epileptic seizure is inevitable.
https://m.facebook.com/EpilepsyandCpfriends
This an expression of how a 30seconds encounter with with an epileptic seizure can ruined the whole 24hour day.
Desmond the poet Aug 2018
Those you haven’t victimized fear you.
Mighty and dreadful you seem.
Little do they know, you only seize flesh and control the mind.
You seize not the soul.
Hence be not proud.

You’ve dwelled in me for many years.
Imprisoned me to anti-epileptic drugs.
You’ve dispirited me.
You attack, seize, and control my mind.
Your attacks are but brief.

Epilepsy be not proud.
For I fear not what rescind only flesh.
I fear what abolish both soul and flesh.
Proportional to gravitational force I fell.
I’ve always find the forte to rise.

Epilepsy be not proud.
For against all odds, I’m still alive.
https://m.facebook.com/EpilepsyandCpfriends
This poem to show that for as much as I've been epileptic for 32 years I'm still alive because Epilepsy has not managed to **** me.
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