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"when I think of you
my body is still here
but my Spirit floats..."

Your love makes this dead heart beat again. Words can't express how grateful I am. You don't know how long its been. Since Ive felt less like a zombie and more human. Less like a plastic smile. More transparent. I can put the rifle down and unlock the door, be less guarded, less insecure. I don't have to wear a mask or filter; only be a self portrait; a reflection of myself. You see me for me. More transparent. Less concrete and more soul. Even if I am but skeleton branches barely clothed in leaves; you accept me for me. Scars and all my faults. My empty apologies, past regrets. My nightmares. But most importantly all my dreams. My transparency. The bareroots of my tree. For that I will always love you, always in the way you love me; completely.
I write love poems when I feel alone. Even though Ive never known the feeling of falling in love. It eases the loneliness, gives me hope :)
 Jan 2017 brian odongo
wordvango
there are places words cannot go
deep  ravines of bitterness
broken hearts
caverns buried beneath human souls
there are souls places words make amends
true feelings sweetnesses
cloved hooves
batteries of soul most worthy
of gallant meanings
the most over stated comparisons
soul lifting paradoxes
grand statements
it is between that is so barely
ever stated waking up
again . washing dishes
chore like memes
and daily activities,
the world spins round
either way
it just spins slower,
sometimes
Surround yourself with people
Who lift you upward
Be in a state of euphoria
As you move onward
Let new challenges inspire you
Find your inner strength
Greatness awaits you
Be courageous and give it your best
Keep your words close,
—but the silence closer

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
 Jan 2017 brian odongo
Ramin Ara
You are not only
A beautiful drop
In an ocean
You are the entire ocean
In a drop
 Jan 2017 brian odongo
Pagan Paul
.
Here I stand at the abyss
waiting for that very first kiss.
My heart beats, then it skips
as I bend to touch your lips.

Here I rock at lovers doom
scenting your bodies sweet perfume.
My head spins, then it slips
as you reach and kiss my lips.

Here I fall at my great risk
but now, only we exist.
My heart hums, then it sings
as your lips pull the strings.

Here I lie in lovers bliss
having now that very first kiss.
My head explodes, then flies free,
I'm so pleased that you kissed me.



© Pagan Paul (Dec 2016)
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