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I believe that every tree; every swallow;
Every breath of clean air that I draw

Accepts the love I feel towards it,
And responds in my everyday life,

The way any "god" would. 
Thank you for your love. This is for you.

That smile from a stranger; that money
I found, that favourite song of mine on

The radio, was a hug from the trees
(**** human-huggers) of my

Home farm dirt road
Alley, where I walked today

Asking myself how at home a man
Can feel, kissing it all with my eyes.

My everyday life...
That insignificant, poor place

Where my every amazing treasure lies
Unhidden.
 Jul 2015 Jonathan B Wilson
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A precious gem
Within something
So fragile.
A ruby
In the folds
Of a rose.
Thorns are an ugly
Necessity,
Protection from
Lovers and foes.
The memory of your dark green eyes,
Burning through my skin,
Lighting my soul on fire,
Is ever so present.
I still see you.
You're still in my dreams.
S.R.
Your eyes are most unique
I want to stare into them
Like how I stare at the ocean
Waves washing in

Your laughter makes me smile
And laugh like I never knew
Like I am a little girl
Talking to her first crush

The way your face gets red
When you are really shy
Like the color of my roses
That I love so much

You make me forget things
That I do not want to feel
And just for those moments
It all seems so clear

I had a dream about you the other night
We were laughing and drinking
Sitting next to each other when
You grabbed me and kissed me

I wish I was not just dreaming
But I feel like we are both too shy
I have to find a way to somehow
Be in your life

I wanted to tell you
But I think you already know
That what I really feel
Is starting to grow
My love for her is like
whispers to a scream

Simmering at first
and now a supernova dream

Like a match to the sun
her eternal shining grace

Took what was once
a tiny spark

And put a pheonix in it's place

Never to be extiguished
by the gods or her or i

My love will blaze and always burn
til the very day i die

Forever burning on
Forever in my heart

A love to sear the ions from a tiny little spark
Catch the falling ash on your tongue,
taste the fire,
and let it numb your senses as you tell yourself it is a snowflake.

Looking back means losing progress.

Don't surrender to anyone,
not even yourself.

Keep marching.

This is what it means to never give up.
O, I seek ye, paperclips
How you so kindly bind my documents
In the most orderly of fashions
O, greatest and most convenient
Loops of metal -  are ye sentient?
For if you were, I would surely state
My pure and deepest gratitude -
For your unending, ever-sacrificing
Services to my matters of
Organization ne'er go unnoticed
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