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love together heart to heart
soul to soul and never part.

make it last your whole life through
make it strong and make it true.

when its broken make it mend
love forever until the end.

love together love as one
make your love go on and on.

let it last and never part
live for ever heart to heart
We need to break up it's not you it's me
We had fun you see but I cant stay there
I have life to look forward to now
We can still be friends and still talk
I will remember all the lessons you learnt me
But alot of it is now history
It's not that i dont love you
I need to fly away now and find my grace
I'm just saying I really need space
I wish you well it wasn't always hell
We did have some fun and you helped alot
But there something's that I forgot
That's not a bad thing you see cos one day you will be happy for me
Heaven rained on me,
I breathed in the petrichor,
Bathed in the downpour.
I have sinned,
So destroy me,
With your rain.
Am afraid to look at the mirror
And claim "I LOVE YOU"
Coz i'd only be lying to
You.
Love is a complicated science that my medulla can't even process
Toes cold and aching
Fires flicker in amber dance
Red wine warms the soul
We pay for our restraints, strap them to ourselves
And then we wonder why there is no joy
Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is: Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com

It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.

Lawrence Hall’s vanity publications are available on amazon.com as Kindle and on bits of dead tree:  THE ROAD TO MAGDALENA, PALEO-HIPPIES AT WORK AND PLAY, LADY WITH A DEAD TURTLE, DON’T FORGET YOUR SHOES AND GRAPES, COFFEE AND A DEAD ALLIGATOR TO GO, and DISPATCHES FROM THE COLONIAL OFFICE.
She has that
reptilian heart, snake eyes-
cat screeching, rabid anger.
Whenever she's close to
me, I need sedation;
another world-one with
beauty and love.
Hers is a land of
brutality and hatred.
It makes my
soul *****.
When I'm lucky enough to
escape, she finds me, and
lures me back with her
charms and spells.
Then, it's back to the
cage, waiting to be
consumed.
She quit doing drugs.
Her dope now is
control.
It's the dragon that
she rides to hell.
~ Like acid rain from your closed eyes,

~       the Earth's tears bleeding,

~             for all you see is gray.



~ Grey,

~       like the animal,

~             living up to 400 years,

~       usually beautiful like flowers,

~       housing 25% of it's habitats

~       inhabitants, very vital to them,

~ from acidification, climate crisis,



~       sadly, destroying,

~             these 'rainforests

~                   of the oceans',

~ coral reefs.
"Life can only be understood looking backwards, but must be lived forward": The intellect can't lead for the life doesn't follow.  That's as backward projections from the academic supremacy.  So, there's supposedly something fundamentally wrong with people that they can't perceive all of their past and know all of their present to the point where they can completely understand life in the moment; and therefore, not just live life forward with blinders on, but, rather, live it completely in the now and future- I and illimitable potential, indivisible as life, you, think not, no?   :)   reality
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