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I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
sunflowers on mute
i only see you right now
i think you are cute.
it’s not great but i needed to say it one way or another.
~s
for who's use, or unuse of what's
deemed / demanded as being
     entertaing? is this going
to be solidified as "worthy":
the consecrate altar of lost
and inhibited
         expectations? torn heart from
the birdcage of
   caged birdsong
upon the vine
entanglement...
          revived for
only one revival of song:
and sung thus:
tomorrow i do address -
that tomorrow,
it'll be just another dress
of favoured colour and silk
i will not be attired in:
to mark the confines of
a welcome's worth
        of a coffin -
       and that silk will turn
to tombstone in said
caress of a silken wish -
so that i might return to
the plataeu of mort -
                 and stand shoulder
to shoulder, with what
life once allowed,
now deemed worth abandoning;
oh sacred heart of
the forever unknown -
may you invite this string of words
into your abode,
for the least care if that care
be nothing more than
a case for being entertained...
for what there is of prayer,
i rather beg of you to allow
myself a bow, and a worded excuse
for leaving your presence
and the vanity you impose that
desires prayer.
You readers, who visit these pages
are a fan-base that rarely engages.
So until you hit like,
you can all take a hike;
for I'm paid in poetical wages.
Don't even bother.
Old people's skin sags
Because it is being pulled
To the Underworld.
[sweet pungent synthesis]
always with dank hysterical women demonstrating the distilled liquid elixir of their many years in isolation.
they are the nitrogen-rich followers of an ultraviolet shrine, such is
a photosynthetic life-form, reacting/enacting/enhancing.
they reach for holes in the moon &
on four-legged fumes carbonize seeds into sons and daughters. birth/
life.
all flowers ache forth to display color and/or
their varietals of hairy oil content.
to dip psychotropics, thus the worship of brain frequency and light.
fresh progress,
the sugar crystal compounds impacting, intact, and swollen.
trichomes, like huddled little masses of grandbabies bowed upon the ridge.
she drips
in dance and derives her form from properties plucked by time,
by moms, and pops.
to discover is to find purity in a moment.
pure travel/ pure
death.
this growing force,
this apparition of sound within me. organics.
organisms bound by great beauty and failure.
sense not the vivid panic, or the shock of last black, but hold true
to an inner joyous/outer motionous, tessellation that is, this
fluttering of us.
us suit of hearts.
suit of leaves.
the fusion of two bodies far beyond substantial pressure.
/
If it were not for Some
How was the Start of the
And even though some may Start
Something must have
Means automatic did Not

Your Earthly Life
This day
And This night

The tree needs Soil
It takes Light
Air
Water

Just as you Are
So Love Exists
There are Smiles
Cry
Song

There is Nothing
Where you Can't
All the Dark
The Stars in the night Sky,
Even I couldn't See
There is no Moon,
In the Darkness

Why one for Another
Everyone why Each
The inside address seems quite Difficult
But not too Difficult

If you Try,
You can Catch a Few
It's your Secret to Everyone
I think you are my creation this Address
Have Taught

Very Simple
Such Life
So there is Death
The Earth exists so there is Light
The Trees are
So Fruits,
Has its branches for the Birds
Embroiled Nest
Sing the Songs
The Songs are in the air to You

You have come to Me
Together in Love
Is made from the River
Goes out to the Sea
Get lost in the Midst
Of a wave of a Thousand Million
Back Again
In Another Form
Mystery of any other Occasion
Any other Day
Repeatedly
Continuous
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@Musfiq us shaleheen
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