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The sky seems bluer,
Reds give life to the greenery
Black and white was given colour,
Every time I remember you and me.

I met.
I felt
I was the king of the world.
Reigning supreme,
I was on top, but then
I fell.
and I felt
It hurt.

How can a mere word
Bring such glee and an even greater pain?

The pain of losing someone dear.
The pain of holding onto what seemed to be so clear.
Such is despair.

Thus, scarlet scattered

If it were war, then I have died.
If we were sinking, then I have drowned.
This was it,
Game over.
The end.
This was rock-bottom.

Have you ever wondered
how it must be after you breathe?
How reality will fade, and how we'll lie in slumber?
I want to know.

It was dark,
it was cold,
the silence was deafening.

Then stillness was broken with but a slight whisper,
"Here, I am. I am Love."
Love offered a hand,
and
I took it.

Love's hand plunged me out of darkness.
Love showed me the light.
Love walked me, day and night.

Love woke me up,
Love ate with me,
Love kept me up,
Love gave me the eyes to see,
who Love truly was.

And when I looked at Love, I saw
that Love was patient,
that Love was kind,
that Love did not envy, nor He boast.
Love was not easily-angered,
Love did not keep any record of my wrongdoings.
Love always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

For now I have been convinced that neither death nor life,
neither the present nor the future, nor any powers
can separate me from Love.

Please, hear me out.
You see,
Love is not a romantic fantasy,
nor is it a bill/ a car/ a law/ a celebrity.

Love is an act.
That One laid his life down for another.
That One's  life and death paved way for the freedom of the other.
Love is the lashing whips, the spitting romans, and the nailing on the cross.
Love is Jesus Christ who fought for your cause.

NOW TO YOU HE SAYS,
YOU ARE LOVED.
YOU DO NOT HAVE TO PLACE YOUR IDENTITY
ON A TITLE,
ON A RELATIONSHIP,
ON A MATERIAL THING,
OR ANYTHING ELSE.

BECAUSE LOVE HAS WON
and He won for you.
She's the purest of lights on the heavenly firmament
She's like the shining star, a beautiful golden ornament
She's the hope you feel in the air, our highest monument
She's like a poet, with a feather in her hand as an armament
She's the spirit of a new beginning, on a white shore obelisk
She's like the essence of our dreams, our private novelist
She's our mindowner, our thoughts monopolist
She writes from bottoms of our hearts
She writes from the tips of our wings
She writes straight from the skies
All hail the queen!
the queen,
of poetry.
"Queen of Poetry" by Give a little love.
I was trying to make a heart from letters,
and that's the closest I could get.
Love you! ;*
Lusts my naked frame
sun's licking flame
O God give a piece of cloth
to cover my shame.
unclothed on the street in searing heat
one dog
makes
an army of love.
in seven words
~Christi Michaels~January 2015~

We could talk about Us
honest, open, kind
find a mid point
that makes sense
for both Our minds
lay out confusion
smooth it out right
no more discomfort
enveloping precious nights
Our puzzle all in pieces
need to reconnect
find the matching patterns
place them back correct
disheartening
so much anger
beneath the day to day
want Our world right again 
make this heart hurt go away.
take a few steps back
embrace a new fresh start
hope for Our future
things come together
not fall apart


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