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I.
Your blood family
is not the only family you will ever have
and don't you dare tell me so.

II.
You are under no obligation
to love
anyone.

III.
*******.
In the kind summer winds
as clocks chime midnight
I see you dancing and smiling
with the carefree attitudes of yesteryear

It's twelve my love
don't you know they are waiting for us
venture on, pick up pace
with all our teardrops and lace

Sweet sister I understand
but we must go to another land
I like it as much as you
but sweet sister we have to go

Don't you dare cry
for I can do that for you
we can do a lot in a year
don't you cry, we truly can do

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
I loved thousands of loves once,
I loved the sun,
the sky,
the rain,
the clouds.
I loved my family.
I loved my pets.
    I loved the old couple still in love after fifty years,
    I loved the angry driver on the highway who nearly clipped me.
   I loved the man on the street asking for help.
   I loved everyone and everything,
  Until the world told me it was wrong.
   Until they told me it was improper and not right,
    I had thousands of loves,  
    and lived without one fight.
   The world broke me down,
the people I loved, (Rightly), shot down my love.
Made it smaller and less like an infinite piece of me.
   Everyday I look not for careers, or jobs, or work,
I look for my thousands of loves, and hope one day I'll feel whole again.
I don't ask for very much
& it's not like the
sun,
the moon,
and the stars
darling,
it's just some *******
every now & then
& it could be.
I am a child of truth
one not blinded by belief or whim
my vision is luminous with veracity
I am a daughter of science
the proven

there is pride in this
the authenticity of my perception
I see the world in all colors
not the black and white of sin and virtue

I judge the world on the confirmed and validated
my value is in the clarity of possibilities
and the assessment of the affirmed

but for however meritorious I may grant this view to be
is such sight of pure moral?

it burdens to recognize I am the only control in my world
there are none in my eyes with ultimate or immortal reign
the only fate I view is individual and collective ends

I wish I could have faith
perhaps the pain would ease
at the thought of another with power in control
knowing my actions are not my work
but the results of a larger set of hands

but how hideous is it of me to say such filth
to long to believe
but be supposedly unable to feel gods
I consider it disrespectful to those who do

so I keep to my facts
my deafening, blinding, muting visual certainties

but what if I am wrong?
after all, there are more colors in the universe
than those of which we see
I know religion is a touchy subject, and I have been told numerous times as an atheist to hush up and not speak of it, but honestly, I marvel at such beliefs and ways of life. I mean absolutely no disrespect and truly want to make that clear to all. This poem is honestly a stab at myself in my confused scientific state of mind and under no circumstances meant to hurt others. Mostly, I wrote this because it has been on my mind a lot, and I felt the need to write.
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