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I've grown weak
from swimming
through
love and
sadness

Could there be
nothing more than
this?

Is humanity
on an ever quest
for love and
healing?

Or does it grow
out of the sadness
it proclaims?

What is this poetry thing anyway?

Most of what you encounter
is nothing more
than a lie
a ruse to swindle you
into false realities

Grab a match
wield a hammer
tear it
down
There is the emotion
Towards one's god
The one to be worshipped
Overwhelming
All consuming
We call it love

The feeling of a mother
Towards her child
A living part of her
A truly deep love
That none but mothers
Can fully understand

Then the obvious one
The love between lovers
Which can be ecstasy or agony
Denying sleep or food
Or even clear thought
Oh, such deep deep love

These emotions and more
We call them all love
But are they the same?
Or different views of one face
All in all, I believe that
One word is not enough

                                 By Phil Roberts
Once I past
Into the nigh
Slip through
The shadow
Out of the light

Under world
Of dread
And gloom
I stayed to long
And now
I'm doomed

To surf upon
The lunar tides
In downward
Spirals
Of restless mind

Ever wanting
The passion drives
Unable to quench
This huger for life

And so...
Crash and burn
And live in sin
But don't let the shadow
Grabs a hold
Of you
My friend
...
Traveler Tim
Oct 18, 2017
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