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Every dot takes a space
millions of dots can make
a straight line
or can create an arbitrary path

Where we are traveling
that can make life simple
or can draw a circle
that turns you again
to your home

Or an uneven line
that creates a sway
where the river moves   
but can't say that
there was no space
before the big bang

Each word has a pour
that impact could be
low or loud  
but some words can make
a metaphor
a poem

Can catch happiness
or sadness
can art an imagery
of nature
life

Or a thought
that can make an illusion
or a fusion between
the love and the hope
that we perches into our soul

Every bits of sound holds an emotion
thousands of bits make a rhythm
that can build a song
whether it's a song of joy

Or sad
or a true loop
that never terminate
thee love of  

Or a rebel tune
that makes a struggle
for the independence
which can make an eternal
freedom song!
 Mar 2015 Jesibell arz
Born
Your good with words
words that are full of hope

words that remind us
life isn't that terrible after all

Words that are thunderous
yet they calm the heart

Words that **** the venom
life has inflicted on us

Your words are glorious
don't put down your pen
On behalf of us
I thank God for gifting us you
Even when my hair turns grey
When I have to wear dentures
Because my teeth no longer want to stay
Even when I need a cane
Because my legs shake when I stand
When the officers confiscate my license
Because I can't stay in one lane
I will love you even when my eye sight fades away
When my ears hangs lower then my face
I will love you forever and a day
Long after my back gives out
Even when deafness forces a hearing aid
When my hands shake uncontrollably
Never would my love go away
I would love you even when my kidneys give
When my brittle bones leave me bed ridden
My love would last when the days of prune juice becomes my friend
Even when clinching my hands Becomes to much to stand  
Old age would only intensify it
Even though my memory fights me
When I think of you it looses its battle today
I will love one thousands years
And tomorrow I will love you one thousand years more
Forever
Sun sings in morning  .  .  .
Music of light starts each day,
  .  .  .  Song birds joining in.
Why is it we gasp
To take one more breath
Why do we try to stay ahead of the reaper
Try to elude his sickle of death

Why when we are sick
Do we seek to be made well
Why do we try to get back up
When to illness we have fell

Why do we hold on the tightest
When we are at our life's end
Why do we look back from the bed of death
And wish for life again

When dying why do we revive
Old memories from long ago
Why do we call out
To those we love and know

It is appointed to all men
That once each man must die
But even while yet dying
We hope and fight for life

For in our heart we know it is through our living
That our love is made known
And we know when we are within the grave
No more love can be sown

So it is life we seek
While engaged in a struggle with death
To remain to live to love
To take just one more breath.

RLB
 Mar 2015 Jesibell arz
Haydn Swan
Within this shell I shall hide
safe from all I see outside
the things that cause the soul to weep
by people who blindly follow like sheep
seek the path that no one see's
you'll find your countenance lifts with ease
all the negative thoughts dispel
when I'm hidden within my shell.
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