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Oh, How I am helpless!
So helpless in my quest
to win your love.
For what can I give you
to gladden your heart
and show the love
that burns within me?
Oh, I cannot give you
and gems that sparkle and wealth untold.
Oh, I can only bare my heart and soul
to show what a fire burns within
and the treasure in every fiber of my brain.
Oh, I can speak to you of poetry and love
and of a music that speaks
from the depths of my soul.
Oh, how nature sings to me
of your sweet form and lovely face
as the rain drops fall among the trees
pledging there love to the leaves.
Oh, how you are like a soft summer rain.
When I walk through the silent and sacred forest
and feel the rain drops upon my face.
Oh, how it brings back memories
of your fingertips as they touched my face.
Oh, I am haunted by the imprint of your limbs
and how we danced to a soft and silent music.
Oh, I hold you in my memory
in a chamber in the secret depths of my soul.
And oh, how it has become my flesh
and one with every fiber of my brain.
Oh, how the memory of your face
is a treasure sacred to the my soul.
And I hold you in a chamber most sacred
at the center of my soul.
Oh, I have loved you
down through the endless days
of eternal memory past.
And I shall love you
through all the endless days to come
to when this world
is but a dim memory.
Under kid's armpit -
mercury thermometer.
Awwh ... it tickles!
Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic beauty
 Mar 2015 Maria Rodriguez
a g
puzzle
 Mar 2015 Maria Rodriguez
a g
the puzzle seems scattered
my picture is lost
id resigned to being partial
then my path you crossed

the pieces are coming together
my fragments fit
id been broken for so long
theres light in this pit

i look up and i see
you too are half, broken
i feel it, i know it, but
those words stay unspoken

it may be long in the distance
or perhaps only next week
when will this puzzle
finally be complete?
Alright now, right brain,
you're being insane.
                                                                  No, left brain! I'm just being alive.
                                                               You should try it---you might like it.

I worked hard to give him everything he cared about.
You were worried about the things that he was scared about.
I'm calm and collected when you act wild.
I am the adult, you are the child.

                                                     You think you're the right one every time!
                 You think you know everything, but you don't know anything
                                                                                                                     at all.
                                               Half of his problems were s'posed to be mine!
                                                                              But you wanted everything.
                                            I hope that you're happy--- 'cause he's sure not.
full performance here: www.youtube.com/watch?v=VE6lHJXcnV8
don't feel christ's love as
you used to? join the ******'
club of most of us
Deadwood haiku
 Mar 2015 Maria Rodriguez
Dreamer
Ignorant are the people,
who brush off the most sincerest of hellos
or the genuine gratitude of someone else.

Apathetic are the people,
who has seen yet have not done.
Witnessing so much
yet reluctant to take action.

Cowardly are the people,
who inundate their catharsis
on the well being of someone else.
A life so useless they find joy
only in the torturing of others;
spending futile days
living as sad, pathetic sadists.

And myopic are the kind,
for they are clearly aware of what’s bad for them
yet they are too blind to listen to their heads
only to follow their hearts.
stupid hearts.
Sorry, this poem is rather pessimistic but
I just had to channel some candid thoughts
#i thought you should know
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