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We are mortal.
Therefore is it a Sin
to limit One's self
(moreover, others!)
based on mere social or ideological climates.

The purpose of this Life
is to realize One's potential.
What that is, however,
must be discovered first-hand.

Yes,
that is to say
One finds One's very own self
burdened with the miraculous gift and curse
of responsibility
to dream, wish, hope, manifest, and work to create
One's own Destiny
One's own Path
One's own Self.

Nary a coward be!
Express thy true Self always,
even if not directly.

Compromise nary a thing
found within thy Self.
It serves a purpose, as does everything.
It plays a role.
It is necessary
for thy journey to come to fruition.
That is to say
it is up to thee
to decide and create
thy own destiny. Fate.

That is, however, not to say
"compromise not with it,"
For that is healthy-
I dare say necessary.

Rather,
It is only to say
"be You,"
now
and always,
while You still can.

"Be yourself; everyone else is taken,"
or, so said Oscar Wilde.
One may venture yet further:
"many of them are overrated.
Do not underrate yourself."


Develop skills.
Meet people.
Experience.
Practice.
Respect.
Balance.
Ponder.
Create.
L­augh.
Listen.
Learn.
Speak.
Think.
Share.
Write.
Read.
Give.
Love­.
Wait.
Live.
See.
Do.

Gain.
Grow.
Teach.
Indeed an ambitious title, but I deemed it appropriate.
I love creative control!
 Jan 2015 David Hall
Jo Hummel
Thought maybe I've been running from the water this whole time
but it seems so friendly after last night.
Nothing else comes close to losing you
and that in itself is terrifying.
I'm beginning to wonder if wanting to hold you close at night
really is such a selfless act?
I want to keep you safe so bad. Oh my God. I can't do that.
 Jan 2015 David Hall
Atypnoc
Repress
 Jan 2015 David Hall
Atypnoc
You saw by panes held by thin wire.
Two-ways seeing crumbled fire.
I remember autumn
Checking at the bookstore
In your vans on film you wore
No conception of bottom.

A kid from Mexico, 15
Convincingly my age unclean
Walk summer down West Sylvester
Powder sugar walkway, tester
The ******* **** is blue
Wild eyes tell me you knew.

Back across the fairchild lot
He slid to drive; I told- we bought
They'd taken off without their lights
He barreled lone known route recites
As I scream STOP
IT ISN'T WORTH IT
I'LL GET YOU BACK
PULL OVER, ****
No one taught us how to quit
We rotten without teeth to grit
How many times have I to tell you this?!
never try to love me without a bliss
this day is not yours but His

How many times have I to tell you this?
love me as I am and used to be
let the ardent rose keeps its freshness
and the soft butterfiles their pure cleanness

love me please the way I am
please do not change me to fit in your program
when the Lord created me He was full of wrath
I had to choose the divine roads to follow His Path

love me please with all my rights and wrongs
with my ugliness and my beauty of the night
consider that I am not that strong
as you might have  imagined with all your might

How many times have I to tell you this...?
never try to love me without His bliss
this day and all other days  are all His

listen to the birds in the forrests
all are bringing His message about all the good things
but never try to love me without His Blessings
to cling on me charmingly but without a zest

how many times have I to tell you this?
just love me the way I am
never try to let me fit in your program
without a sigh of His love in your  kiss

please let this message be as chrystal clear

never forget to wish each other lovingly
like I am doing now for All of YOU from me

A Most Happy Stay on Hello Poetry !



© SYLVIA FRANCES CHAN
Frst posted in Poetfreak.Com
on Thursday, 1st January 2015
dated on HP Tuesdayday 6th January 2015
#30
Silver* - I'm enchanting and amazing

          Gold - I'm dazzling and glamorous

                      Red - I'm fierce, blatant and outrageous

                               Black - I'm pensive, pondering the hows and whys 
 
                    Orange - I'm kind and helpful, a humanitarian

          Blue - My sapphire heart burns, I love angelically

  Pink - I'm compassionate, delicate, a water lily

               Green - I'm conservative, thoughtful with care

                           Purple - I'm proper, polite, royally charming

                                        yellow - I'm ecstatic, eccentric, a fanatic

                              peach - I'm pleasant, quiet, beautiful to see

            grey - I'm sophisticated, driven, straight-forward, no *******

Rainbow* - I'm a rainbow!
My split seconds of elated perfection      
..oh those rare moments...<3
a reflection of colours
Heart beats faster than the wind,
And I sleep better when you're in,
My bed,
Not in my head.
The pile of pine burned with ferocity
While fields of watermellon wore green in generosity

Jerimiah delivered rows of assiduous thoughts
Fertilized in decisions made years ago

Margaret was from Huntsville , working on a divinity degree
She was small , rode a bicycle , studying infinity
Timid , not unlike a titmouse in spring
Margaret had a sister named Judy

Jerimiah left for the mountains of Colorado
He took only his last name Johnson
He spent winters hibernating with the bears
He learned to have no fear and grew a long beard

Tennennessee is in Alabama , just south of Huntsville

A snowslide almost buried Jerimiah

Margaret moved to North Carolina
got married and that's all I know

Jerimiah made tracts in the snow . . . go
He sat above the devide looking down
Sometimes west when the sun went down
But mostly east under the full moon
Howling so forlornly the wolves cry

Margaret looks west every night
Then sheds one tear
 Jan 2015 David Hall
anonymous999
i finally learned to love myself, but everyone else forgot
Pulling away
doesn't always
involve movement.
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