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Since I've drank "LOVE"
From your eyes
This has been my state of LIFE
I'll live like this until I see YOU again

Once I see those eyes
I may die in your embrace

YOU are my beauty, my LOVE
YOU are my identity
YOU are my soul & my EGO

I won't be able to live
If you look down on me
What's the use of that life anyways?

Beloved only with YOU
I can see my life
That is my fate I seek
You are my mirror
You are my prayer
You are my worship
I'm your devotee
YOU are my Nature

On the fabric of my heart
I weave your name
I know about my LOVE for YOU
Let God know about your LOVE



Poem- Last poem of a series of 6 poems
 Sep 2016 Madonna Suchak
jennee
i woke up with a pain in my chest
a frantic pulse, beating and beating
i feel as though i've reached my end
my once dead now awakened cravings
are all that i have left

there is this hopelessness that refuses to subside
no matter
Dream fast and don't describe a limit,
as we spin around this world of purity and wicked.

Is poetry the healing avenue you so desperately must cross, to ignite the rocket fuel inside us...and for once...see past the gloss?

Move past the greed of materialistic comfort,
outrun the inexhaustive shadows that can only bring suffers.

Escape your facade of reality which is your own construction,
and turn your pain into your own harmoniously beautiful art production.

Once you see that you are not alone, as the pain is happening globally,
you will finally ingest and release the power of poetry.
 Aug 2016 Madonna Suchak
MV Blake
The scars on the moon were there for all to see,

Wounds cut deeper than any wound should be.

I don't need a lens to see her savaged form,

I see it in the way she looks at me.
 Aug 2016 Madonna Suchak
love me
how could a heart like yours
love a heart like mine

your heart is full of love.
you dream of life.
you have no regrets.
you live without fear of the future.

my heart is full of-
well it's not full at all:
it's broken; shattered,
into a thousand tiny little pieces.

and somehow, someway,
you were kind enough;
to hunt for every little piece,
and put me back together.

and this is why i,
will never understand,
this silly little thing,
we call love.
 Aug 2016 Madonna Suchak
Love
how does one love a poet?
between the lines of their spoken words
and their haiku's.
a jumbled nonsense to an untrained ear
but a masterpiece
to the ones who take your poems
the ones they've studied
and they dissected
because they find them*  almost
as beautiful
as the way your soul shines
when you coin a poem
about the one who
coins their poems
about you.


*the delicate intertwining process of loving a poet.
I'm in love with you and all your little things.
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