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Viola May 2020
With war there is no peace
With peace there is no war
With fear there is no hope
With hope there is no fear
With evil there is no good
With good there is no evil
With hate there is no love
With love there is no hate
Viola May 2020
A pallet on the floor
Was a place to lay our heads
We didn’t have toys
But we had books instead
Flowers were crowns
For royal ******* whose lineage wasn’t found
And the palace we used to inhabit
Was littered with needles and havoc
I look back without any shame
Because today life just ain’t the same
Viola May 2020
Sometimes the words I say
Have a tendency to push you away
But if my heart could speak
It would say you give me strength
Without you I’m weak
All of my power
Is at it’s very peak
When I am beside you
My protector
My rock of solid gold
You are my truth
Told
Viola May 2020
Anoint me in finely spun silk
Bathe my alabaster skin in cleopatras milk
Let honey drip onto my rose petal lips
Baring it all as my guard slowly slips
Swimming in ecstasy backlit in lace
Breathing jasmine enraptured by your embrace
The wind caressing my body and soul
Feeling the part of you that makes me whole
Viola May 2020
The louder you are
The quieter your room becomes
Viola May 2020
I don’t know you
I may never
But if you’re anything like me
or your father
You will be clever
You will be smart
You will joyfully take on any endeavor
with all of your heart
You will triumph
and you will fail
But you will keep on trying
and you will prevail
You will love without grace
Never being afraid to fall on your face
If you’re anything like me
You will be clumsy as can be
If you are anything like him
You will give anything to win
If you are anything like us
You will have to learn to trust
with mercy forgiveness and kindness
Never chaste
These are just some of the qualities
I hope you will embrace.
Viola May 2020
Quiet, it is night time
My mind wishes not to be stirred
By notions which unnerve
It is the time for relaxation
Not emotions’ swirling vexation
I wish not to be jolted by such thought
Calm is what I ought to keep
As I am lulled softly to sleep
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