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To all that is beautiful, not always pure;
To beauty divine, and all the obscured;
To rhythmical rhymes, and those who lack tune;
To stunning sea shores, and tumbling dunes;
To those who strike you as pleasantly sweet;
To grace and glamour with delicate feet;
To those who are left with nothing to say;
To pleasantly pink, to presently grey;
To sizes at large, and those who stand tall;
To sizes that count as nothing at all;
You can not imagine the beauty divine,
The imperfectly pure you leave trailing behind.
You can not imagine what truth can unfold
With beauty that’s deeper than one can behold.
From my poetry book "The Reception: Black, White, and Grey"
So keep your distance from denial
We’ll bury it in sand

Keep your face in all its grace
Not buried in your hands

Do not linger on regret
You’re blacking out the truth

Do so love me with forget
To keep you in your youth

Forgive me; forgive yourself
You’ll feel it’s good to choose

Forgive it just a little
It helps distinguish you

Yesterday I saw you smile
I keep it with me now

So let me know when you’re not well
I’ll bring it back somehow
From my book "The Reception: Black, White, and Grey"
If you live your life to follow the sunset
You'll surely end up where you started,
For beauty is fleeting like the day
And charm is deceptive; it passes away. 
But when evening is nigh
As the sun elapses sky,
When the age of winter approaches
And pursuit of youth is all but hopeless,
I'll hold you and look love in the eyes
Clutching close my everlasting sunrise.
Take me to the land I've seen in dreams,
Where airy thoughts condense in ashen streams,
Where the empty skeletons of trees
Crack and rattle in unfelt breeze,
Where long-lost lovers unite and reminisce
Amidst the fog and quietness,
Where love escapes from lips like vapid mists
And the night is alive with eternal bliss. 
Take me to that place, so far from home,
Far from all I've ever known
Where no one is ever truly alone
And no one is ever truly alone.
I write most of my poetry in the twilight of sleep. This poem (no exception) makes an attempt to describe a landscape I saw in a half-dream: dark, secluded, foggy, but somehow beautiful.

*Update*: I found this place while traveling through Virginia. I can't begin to describe how crazy that experience was. Deja vu on some insane level. I think I'd like to live there someday.
She's a sultry one, I know
seducing me with words I've used before
but never felt the weight until they came
From fingers nimbly graceful as her' s

When I see her profile I smile
Knowing what her words will do
though she's a thousand miles away
she can whisper clear as day

Make me feel again all those things
I ran from and forgot (or tried to)
She reminds me that I am not
Pining alone, or uselessly

If written words were miles
and reading the same as traveling
I'd be at your front door by now
begging for one more verse
pain will dissipate
clouds will deteriorate
darkness will dissolve
it will end when eternity begins
she said

shattered dreams are my reality
i've already breathed a thousand eternities
within these devastated lungs
eternity has begun
i said
12/05/13
 Dec 2013 Epic Monkey
S Smoothie
Congratulations another consecutive win
******* central made it clear
You're the biggest family of ******* every year
There is no rival that can compare
Sponging off us and can't see
The burden we bare
Well the cost of your unbeaten record consumes us
while your respect is something refused us.
our dignity is intact never stooped as low to air the trash talk
We'd rather hold our heads high and walk.
But the ******* of the year can enjoy paying rent
because this finance bubble debt needs a good dent
dont worry I know youll all object,
with the usual ******* excuses  to that effect
but when we asked for assistance which you had the ease of doing
you said no, get someone else and audaciously bunked right in.
Go live in rip off ******* home theyve got a big roof.
I should know i paid for it
I expect more crap but I hear ******* of the year is up for grabs!
Go for it! I'm sure youll win
Regards from the newly crowned,
******* ***** of the year.
The blood collects, the earth the cup
And quickly now it's filling up
The ones who drink will also pour
Until there's nothing anymore
I cannot say the time is come
But what I know - thy will be done

Are you the hand that paints it red
Or someone who has washed instead


For no one else can claim your role
It's yours alone, so keep it whole
I see myself in others' eyes
But are my own becoming blind
My lids restore the outer part
Enough deceit to plague my heart
I should at first, have looked within
Before I traded sight for skin
And if there's still a chance for me
I'll take it now, I'll drink the sea
A fish swims through the sea while the sea is, in a certain sense, contained within the fish!

-mewithoutYou (The Dryness and the Rain)
As light grows brighter and journeys call
Remember the voice that whispered it all
Wisdom of words, reason of voice
Devoted by true love, never by choice

As sun rises, yearning buds bloom
Be patient, her caress will groom
A soul to stand through winds of strife
And bestow to us a better life

As sun sets, shadows loom
Stay keen for darkness soon
Will take by hand, a withered stem
and forever place it in a far away land

At journeys end, night will fall
Only a lingering fragrance to remind us all
Wisdom of words, reason of voice
Devoted by true love, never by choice
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