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Allow neither success nor failure to undermine your attitude.
  Oct 2014 NuurSeraph
Elizabeth Squires
a blue winged butterfly
pirouetted in the garden
like a pretty ballerina
twirling on the stage
  Oct 2014 NuurSeraph
jeffrey robin
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­A deeper imagination of love does not imply a deeper love

Only a deeper imagination

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An imagination equally disposed to imagine hate

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I GAVE YOU MY ALL!

( a popular cliche )

What does it mean ?

••                And / if you " gave " it
It is now theirs

And you have no claim on what is done to it

YOUR ALL

Means you spend a lot of time imagining things

••

I FELL FOR YOU .....HARD

This bit of deception really means

I FELL ON TOP OF YOU AND CAPTURED YOU
SO DON'T TRY TO GET AWAY

it usually signifies some form of **** or violence
Shall ensue

A justified vengeance for a made up offence

////      It is used as a form of brain-washing by hateful people
To misinform youth as to what love is

••

I WANT YOU TO BE MINE / ALL MINE

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The ultimate Lie

Perpetrated or inflicted upon the innocent

In order to rob them of their true humanity

And turn them into mere mental  commodities

And zombie applauders of the celebrity lovers

Wherever they are

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Dear lovers

Beware the insidious purposeful distortions

Of the meaning of your lives

By these assassins of the soul

Running free thru the pathways of our minds

••

Stay attuned to yourselves

Stay free

Keep free your love
  Oct 2014 NuurSeraph
Just Melz
The written word
Should help us heal
All it does is hurt
By stating what we feel

It's confusing, reading scribbles
Knowing the authors heart
Realizing it means nothing
Typing your soul apart

The ink splashed on paper
Not really meaning a thing
Just random rants
About absolutely nothing

Expressing your heart
Exposing your pain
To the cruelness of people
With nothing to gain

But hurting your soul
And bruising your mind
Someone who expresses truth
Is way too hard to find

In this blank world
Where feelings are condemned
Tears are weakness
It's just better to pretend
The memory is a precious thing
   Of what truths it can bring?

I remember being young
And hating the waiting to be old
Remembering the grown ups
   And the stories they told
Of being young, wild and free
I don't think that was ever me
  I grew up fast with an alcoholic dad
Always scared of making him mad
   He was tall and strong
Couldn't ever be wrong
But you see...
The
       value
              of
                   this
                          memory....

     Is that it's simply a reminder
Because it's no longer true
    He worked really hard
And pulled himself through
He's still very tall and strong
      But admits when he is wrong
He truly loves and deeply cares
    See why I value this memory?
Why it means so much to me?
It proves the
                 truth
                         will
                                set
                                     you
                                            free..
  Oct 2014 NuurSeraph
nivek
misty face, beautiful, the mist evaporates
your face much more discernible
out the misty, face of an Angel
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