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  May 2017 FromMySoul
Joaniep
You may not like my poetry
You may not like the rhyme

It does not need to suit you
To me its not a crime

To me it’s something that  I do
To while away the hours.

I do not write it just for you
It isn’t for your flowers

So if you do not like my taste
Please kindly pass me by

and go with speed and all your haste
and do not spend your  time

For time is very precious
and yours is not to waste
  May 2017 FromMySoul
Dimitrios Sarris
If much wisdom is much grief then
he who increases his knowledge
increases and his sorrow.
Can i feel it?
Devil curse me i do.
I thought i was beyond this but i am not.
I waited to long and sacrificed to much.
People might not change now.
It would take another thousand years
maybe more to realise that fear
inspires control, over them, over their hearts,
over their way of thinking.
I had hope but now, disappointment for
most do not even try and all they do is making
excuses, hiding behind this ridiculous term
of insecurity. My point of view, they are just
afraid being honest to themselves.
Even i am not crazy enough to believe that
distortion of reality.
FromMySoul May 2017
I have poured out my restless soul and I have laid it at your feet
I have laughed and I have loved and I have mourned in our defeat
I have felt your soul breathing within my arms and I have laid my body down
Lived lifetimes in your eyes and in love with you...I have drowned
I have chewed my pride and I have spit it out, left my ego dying in the street
And I have called and I have cried and I have felt love beyond belief
To you,
The love....that lingers in my soul
I shall always remember, always surrender, and never let you go
FromMySoul May 2017
In the reflection of the ocean, rolling in at my front door
The wind does blow...in from the South of that Im sure
In the midst of winters white, a poets blood does run thin
Dreams are not meant to break, but blossom from within
Who am I to say such things, for I am shackled too
Once the words start to escape...there is nothing either of us can do
Prisoners who know no cage, just slaves to the verse
Passion filled lonely souls...victims of the poets curse
FromMySoul May 2017
I don't know why you try to deny it
Try to tell me that it isn't true
That the city's web of wonder
Doesn’t mean a **** thing to you
All the drifters know your name
They call to you from the sky
And those streets they know no shame
So just leave me here to cry

Go ahead and take my emeralds
Trade them for your diamonds and gold
Admit that is what you have wanted
And add them to your box of truths untold
There's no need for excuses or spent up alibies
Cause we both know there ain't no change
In your pocket full of lies

Those irises of blue know more than they reveal
Along those roads of ruin take all that you can steal
I can't love past all your lust and greed
So surround yourself in those city walls
And just leave me here to bleed
FromMySoul May 2017
I cannot force them out my friend
They just flow out from time to time
Some days I fear they will never end
All days I’m left with no reasons why
I don't know if it's the pain of lost love
Maybe the chaos I bring upon myself
Could be the scent in the air or the stars above
Or just the dust that lingers on the shelf
Some are past lovers, friends, unwanted enemies
Dreams I haven't had yet come true
Some lines...just plain old memories
Heartaches and heart breaks, fate mixed in too
But at the end of every day
Beginning of each new year
There isn't much that I can say
When you ask if my words are near
I'm not sure if it was destiny
That I assume a poets role
There is only one thing I can relay
My words...they are from my soul
FromMySoul May 2017
Footprints in the snow...I wonder if yours will ever follow
There are no guarantees and I'm suppressing some guilt dreaming about tomorrow
Is it all just something to hold on to, when there is nothing and no one left
Or more lingering in the inhibitions that remain, after absorbing all the substance
Do we continue as we have before, coexisting in the pretenses of gray
I'm getting too far ahead of myself again, letting my hasty heart lead the way
Some things I can't understand, but it's in the way you draw these words out of me
The sound of your voice beckons to them, gently begging for me to set them free
It's in the simple curves of a seductive letter, in the distant stroke of your pen
The emotions left behind slithered back around, I'm just unsure if I can live with them again
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