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 Apr 2014 Juniper Deel
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"God is love."
Is He?
Because according to God,
the love I feel is a sin.
It's wrong to feel so loved.
Is God love when I write love poems for another woman?
When she holds my hand,
is He love then?
An understanding God accepts all love.
Is God love?
theology makes a muse

**
Leigh
A poet in love
Is a match soaked
In gasoline.

-r0
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it will kick you in the diaphragm.
You told me goodbye and showed me the door.
I'd walk forever if you'd love me once more.

I'm not a man of words
and I could never quite say
just how special you were
or how much you meant to me.

So I'll start my journey to nowhere
and I'll start it right here.
I'll walk to the ends of eternity
and hope I see you there.
I can fake my identity and try to look happy,
but its all just a cover.
Take a swig from the flask and remove the last mask
only to find another.

There was once a time when I knew myself,
but now I'm not so sure.
All semblance of self-worth lay eroding in the dirt,
and its all thanks to her.

It's not really her fault, I'm truly to blame.
I grew selfish out of fear.
Afraid of being alone, I couldn't let her go
and now she's nowhere near.
A quick freestyle that I did.
 Apr 2014 Juniper Deel
Louise
I just want, to peacefully sleep
enveloped in your arms
I don't even want to see
just want to be out of harm
      Staying here, forever in safety
      inhaling your scent, it's home
      you'll whisper so sweet and quietly
      I won't ever feel alone
Tenderly wrapped around me
I can feel the warmth of your love
whispering 'It's me and you only'
it feels like rays from the sun
      Dreaming, here I lay
      softly caressing only you
      will it be long enough I pray
      to let my love seep through
yet I know I am desperately alone
and you are not really here
but my heart, unable to cope
refused to believe love can disappear
i keep whispering
your name to the sky
and all it does
is weep
and turn grey
and blue
and black
like my heart
structure

the beat the rhythm the cadence the time
the voice the sound the statement the rhyme

the pen the pad the ink and words
the now the then the sync deferred

the verse the tale the dream the style
to win to fail the scheme compiled

to speak to say to write and draft
from night to day to cry and laugh

from blood to ink and bone to pen
to love to think and grow again.


-r0
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