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burning with the fire like a cosmic blue star
the heart has a desire for life’s new costar
who only sees someone to fill a fleeting hole
destined to be a stand-in for the closing role
and life has a bleak hold, burn-ning with desire

enduring a past like a reoccurring bad dream
the heart takes the shock of a medical team
who tries to revive a lovesick patient’s means
with the hope of a new promise that gleams
so life could beam, burn-ning with desire

learning from lessons like a dead man’s walk
the heart can only fathom anew chance to stalk
shrouded by a weary but wanting heart’s need
to find nurturing devotion of a true heart’s feed
and life slows the bleed, burn-ning with desire.
Leonard Green Jul 24
I notice…
the allure lurking within the fires of a craving soul
concealed deep inside levels as Dante’s Inferno
scorching anyone who may enter, but helpless to leave
the scent confounds, paralyzes, and then binds...

I sniff…
the aroma submerging every follicle of nostril hairs
compelled with urgency to follow no matter the risks
enticing even the most resolute and strong-willed persona
the scent overwhelms, inhibits, and then suffocates...

I sample…
the flavor sweet as marmalade but masking a sinister
confined trap like the so-called flower named Venus
awaiting patiently for prey to pass the fringes of its domain
the scent appetizes, deadens, and then consumes...

I caress...
the phenomenon beckoning thoughts of ego and grandeur
signaled conquests as meaningless trophies for the coming of age
yearning to be taught, but at the cost of being shackled in life
the scent tingles, irritates, and then blisters...

Senses may rule human nature, but wisdom defines intellect
Senses may rule human emotions, but empathy breeds tolerance
Senses may rule human actions, but love overpowers fear
Senses may rule human existence, but faith moves mountains.
Leonard Green Oct 2019
If eye could ♫c
the melody in your words, would it be apparent
as a little child’s heartbeat or intentions?

If eye could ♫c
the color in your skin, would it be radiant
as a dawn's sun beaming the skylines?

If eye could ♫c
the quiver in your soul, would it be vigorous
as a wave crashing against the shorelines?

If eye could ♫c
would it be me, would it be you
shedding the ties that bind us in life?
If eye could ♫c
would it be me, would it be you
mastering the songs to the keys of life?

If eye could ♫c
the marvels in your means, would it be arousing
as a chorus from Bach’s or Beethoven’s work?

If eye could ♫c
the verses in your time, would it be forgiving
as a fisherman, carpenter, or disciple’s song?

If eye could ♫c
the principles in your soul, would it be inspiring
as a hymn nurturing countless spirits to rise above?

If eye could ♫c
would it be me, would it be you
shedding the ties that bind us in life?
If eye could ♫c
would it be me, would it be you
mastering the songs to the keys of life?
Leonard Green Oct 2017
Beastly is this monster state yet many damsels cannot avoid
Some may call it disturbingly conflicting and become annoyed
Where rationality coexists with irrationality in an unstable realm
Pretty monster states navigate this journey as captains at the helm

Pretty monster states, Pretty monster states
No need to disguise your fury or depressions
Pretty monster states, Pretty monster states
This is just part of your amazing expressions

Wonder is this monster state since the inception of Adam and Eve
Men can only hope to be compassionate, steadfast and never peeved
One moment, pretty monster states can be loving and best friends
Next moment, challenging one’s good nature and spirit to extreme ends

Pretty monster states, Pretty monster states
No need to disguise your fury or depressions
Pretty monster states, Pretty monster states
This is just part of your amazing expressions

Frightful is this monster state like a suspenseful thriller or mystery
Only those who are not faint of heart can sleuth this case history
Where a profound will of character serves to stabilize one’s constitution
Bringing the monster state to an uneventful but amenable restitution

Pretty monster states, Pretty monster states
No need to disguise your fury or depressions
Pretty monster states, Pretty monster states
This is just part of your amazing expressions.
Leonard Green Oct 2017
Times are changing…
when reckless emotions inundate worldwide devices
with unfiltered sentiments to taint minds thru vices
nibbling on compassion and wisdom like rabid mice
allowing the beastly nature to dominate and entice
one's humanity to heed selfish or superficial advice

Times are changing…
when tolerance and forgiveness are fading dreadfully fast
with echoes warning us not to repeat an unforgettable past
where deathly anguish and heartless souls were the cast
of catastrophic drama epitomized by flags flying at half-mast
and prayers from the charitable, the humble, the meek were vast

Time are changing…
when the caretakers of the globe care less about harmony
seemingly beguiled with the hunger of power and want to be
rulers of wealth, consuming limited resources lacking empathy
until this earth becomes nakedly barren and can no longer be
home to descendants who cannot claim their manifest destiny.
Leonard Green Jul 2017
…the vibes whisper to the yearnings steadily
with the mesmerizing tunes speaking universally
as if they know the pain and the desperation
seen through all races, concealing the souls
beckoning thoughts to release sentiments
bottled-up in tears being fought from shedding
as the melody also arouses an inner strength
in the midst of unknown, but everyday heroes
suspended in moments approaching infinity…
the rhythm of the sounds moves the intellect
in ways incomprehensible, drifting to new heights
where only the spirit may dwell in meditation
absent worry and carefree to reality's despair
an euphoric state, pure and substance free
playing back experiences from past episodes
can this awe-some feeeee-ling be for reeeeeal
can it last eternally, or be just a passing fix
until the warrior within is reborn, once again.
Leonard Green Jul 2017
God's creation of beauty wrapped in innocence
Stirring the soul with her gift of perpetual love
A gift unbridled in candor and endless curiosity
Demanding attention to quench her cravings
Unfazed by the captive fears of her teachers
Blinded to the ways of this troubled world
She represents what we should strive for
Loving unconditionally, the one within
Smiling like a heavenly angel full of love
Erasing the aftermath of another painful day
The only wish would be when it comes to her
Grasping the lesson of compassion to everyone.
Dedicated to my goddaughter, Mulan...missing you.
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