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If I could only place my heart
in the right hands before it stops beating.
Every one of one my birthday
Arrived with a special meaning
My pleasure on this day is to
Feel the pain without the gathering team

Some of us like to celebrate with
Friends and family,
I just love being alone,
With my past memories,
Another year at the bed and breakfast club
a sweet salutation of good morning

Follow up by a fresh glass of orange juice
Another birthday another day
Of being alive,
another day to cherish
Another day to fake a smile,
Another appreciated day.
Thank you God
for keeping me alive
gingerly on the knife-point of a problem
my inflated ego slowly was punctured
i heard the hiss of its demystification
in that constricted moment of revelation
a moment that enthused about the demise
of my avid hallucination now laid bare
salvation, the voice of naked truths chanted
is neither in the fig leaves nor in bashfulness
and the humming monotone of desperation
is a boost to candid inactivity and stillness
it is in such big-bore moments that we of
puerile yearnings recognize our childishness
a voice told me to stop tempting fate forthwith
for in truth i was a child with a dangerous toy
and only pampered tutors could stay the course
We must not always divest poetry of the beauty of contemplative mystery
 Feb 2016 kenny Diamond
Loveless
I want to run
I want to walk
But I don't want to stop on the way

I want to rise
I want to fall
But i don't want to stay as it is

I want to say truth
I want to say lie
But i don't want to be silent of my voice

I want to laugh
I want to cry
But i don't want to be numb and feelless

I want to live
I want to die
But i don't want to cease of existence

I want to shine
I want to be shadow
But i don't want to be none
There is good and bad in every individual walking the earth, Race and and location does not define one's own worth
Everyone walking the earth has an individual personality, it doesn't matter what race, country or state they belong to.
Daisy, Daisy, how lovely
to be a banal child.
Safe from harm and hurt and death,
your roots do hold you wild.

Your life doth last some while
as you carry on
nourished by your parent ground;
shan't your woes be gone?

But oh, how lovely it would be
to be the blessed Rose;
what charm, what awe, what livelihood
one of that kind knows.

Daisy, Daisy, how lovely
to live a mundane while.
Your beauty lies in lengthy life,
your commonplace beguiles.
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