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How can thoughts be real
They're not solid enough to touch
So how can someone manifest
A feeling such as love?
Can you
Hold it
Breathe it
Squeeze it in your hands
It's forcing us to trust
In the invisible
Once again

Because although you can't see it
  It can still disappear
Love is the sad song
That left you crying in your beer

Blind sided
It can hit you
And you best believe it's true
Love is as real
As the way I feel for you
....
Traveler Tim
Dedicated to:
Everyone in the known universe!
He trapped me in his arms,
my back against the wall.
Our lips only inches apart,
eyes staring to my soul.

I couldn't say a word,
for it might give me away.
I could feel my breath hitch,
couldn't trust what I would say.

"Do you like me?"
He said, along with a smirk.
I stared at him longingly,
not wanting to say no.

This man in front of me,
is the most dangerous person I know.
He could break me in a second,
and could leave me begging for more.

My knees are about to give in,
as I stare back at the face of the man I love.
I breathed a no,
wanting to take it back.

I hardened my gaze,
and took all my might to push him away.
He's the most dangerous person I know,
but I just couldn't look away.
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I see your consternation,
But you can be sure
Addiction's cure
Is not legislation,
Nor condemnation.
It's not incarceration.

The cure is connection.

We addicts need Relationship,
Not a guilt trip.
With thanks to Johann Hari
The zeal of God's Love for our hearts and souls
    cannot be matched or conquered by human willpower;
It can only be rejected by our cursed nature.
Not exactly a poem, more of a meditation on our relationship with divinity.
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