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A certain comfort exists in sadness...  
when that sadness leads to numbness.
When the sadness finally covers you completely,
like slowly slipping into a warm, deep pool.
You cannot see anything any longer.
You cannot hear anything any longer.
And finally, all fears are trivial.
Sadness deadening your heart to all other forms of pain....
like a protector.
What a sweet release.....
when your mind finally ceases to worry about anything.... anything at all. And all that exists is the deep pool of sorrow, that covers you ...
and cradles you to sleep under a blanket of earth,
and under a lullaby of the sound of a beating heart,
slowly ending its song.
  May 2014 Kalon R
Zalea
You slipped out of my hands,
Glass shattering on the ground,
Spred out into a million pieces,
You and me,

Polar opposites that no longer attract,
And two contents drifting away from each other,
The cold water in between,
That not a sole would to dip their toes into,

For you were shy,
and I was just me.
  May 2014 Kalon R
Nat Lipstadt
Always!*  
fall in love with a poet,
they cannot disguise the truth,
yet, soften it when needed, somehow,
for the only words they possess
are kindness and kindness...

Should you travel with a poet,
new ways of seeing will they introduce,
delighting you, and for ever in you, delight,
for every word that passes thru their lips,
gifts to keep, for the days of when...

There cannot be always good times,
poets know, so they write today,
for when tomorrow's intrusion is
the other end of life's continuum,
their words recalled, restore, revive...

Poets are the predecessors,
your torment, anguish, they have known,
so when they write today, it is
preparation when the future demands,
changes that require tissues, shoulders, arms...

Worry not about their torment,
t'is a seasonal change, comes and goes,
but in the winters of your life,
yours - warm fire, warm poets, summer kind words,
so, always, always,


Always fall in love with a poet...
A riposte to Mr. Hawkins of Canada
Kalon R May 2014
Oh, how the melodies breathe
How the drum and heart beat
The vocals of her voice take me to heaven
The lyrics giving purpose to life
The strings plucking my soul
Oh, music come alive
Kalon R May 2014
You tell me to say "I Love You"
Honestly, I don't love you
But I say it anyways
I Say it to make you happy
And for a reward
Speak those magic words
And maybe, just maybe ill get to ****** my sword
Stabbing as far as I can push it
With a face of a murderer
First i killed your "purity"
Next is your security
Ill make you crack
And like the human body
You will build up more protection
My navy controlling your land
And the thought of me is your infection
Two places to go either bitter or a **
Choose neither and continue to grow
Because there is someone waiting for you
Someone so magnificent, that your insecurities will be swept away
But make sure he's a man
And Then I won't be just a memory
Ill be a lesson and a reason to cherish
This man even more
Kalon R May 2014
Let me share this new world with you
We met on the balcony of Olympus
Above life itself, I was in a paradise... it was perfect
We went on a date, I was in purgatory but when held hands I was back to that paradise... it was perfect

It was perfect - besides me being drunk and then awkward-
Now I'm just intoxicated with the idea of you.
As if you were perfect...
Well I perceived you to be

You seriously got my hopes so high I'm just ready to do my best Titanic impression, you're the iceberg and my feelings are the ocean... I'm gonna die like this!!!

The night when we met, was perfect
The only thing that mattered was talking to you
It was too perfect
I thought I was in the new world,
Silly me, I'm just from Columbus

But I'll just try to forget you and go back to my old world of
Lost Paradise... hopelessness;
and continue my expedition for a burning romance
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