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A happy song plays in a happy home
Hums of the chorus along with sound of the chores

Unceasing noise of laughter
Clatter of children's games

Sitting together in the balcony
Breeze beats at their talkative face

Nonchalant old stories of shaking voices
Whooshes of the fast moving fan

Girls laughing elegantly
at their mischevious plan

This is the story of a happy family
Oblivious to what trauma could be

In the same home where there is no gloom
Where colorful and variety of flowers bloom

Also stays the little princess who sits and weeps
Witnessing the false face of a doublefaced creep.
I guess I just want something deep,
I no longer want some flimsy fantasy
Spending my time dreaming of what could be
I want to take my time to get to know
Every shining quality like the stars of my beau
It would be just the two of us
Wrapped within the warmth of summer's arms
Forever in a cocoon
Feeling safe, and we would even dare to dream
that we would continue on forever unharmed
Protected in the amniotic sac of our love
Simultaneously grounding us
And shooting us up into the stars

Something so deep,
Tethering me to sanity
And ungrounding me to possibility
Weaving within my very veins the certainty of my lover's loyalty
And at the same time reveling within romantic spontaneity
Oh, how sweet and uncalculated this fine and complex dance of living can be
Spinning in rehearsed circles and always coming back to the heart of all the things that could be and ever will be
And yet my life is a mere breeze
On a desert plain
Blowing away the sands of both my happiness and pain
And what else could I say,
Except it's been a beautiful, heart wretching, eye opening, wisdom gaining, heart expanding ride?
And when I find this love of mine,
Our love will defy the very concept of time
We will have love that is so deep
That it will continue on into eternity.
to write like me
you must first review my routine
lift weights
take boxing lessons
drink beer in bars
laugh loudly in the street
sing karaoke every week
date women from different backgrounds
kiss like you mean it
and make love that soaks the sheets
take random trains
to far off places
work jobs until you hate them
and quit as you slowly go mad
then you will be half the poet I am
because I am still only half the poet
I know I can be
it's a challenge to balance
to juggle this routine
I am trapped between two loves
my love for life
and my love to write
between living life
and writing about it
between being alive
and writing about it
to me writing and living go hand in hand
but they cannot always co-exist
when you burn your light to the brink
as I do
i must find the line
but the line is hard to find
because there are only so many hours in a day
and life swoops us by like an owl
with a mouse in its mouth
leaving us with only a brief window
in which to carve a lasting legacy
beware this life style isn't for everyone
only the chosen few can pull it off
this artful existence
this vagabond life
a tiresome gift
from mischievious gods
who see themselves in us
but never mind kid
you are probably a better poet than me anyway
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