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Great evil is born by corrupting
something truly good.
I'll fight the wolf with heart,
i'll beat the darkness with light.
Farewell my love.
I'm just a dreamer
Chasing shadows in the night
Pretending they're real
I was always the man for someone to rest upon
but now i am the one who needs help.
Steady voice and a grip to pull me of the ground
for ever since i lost her i am half of what i came with.
I carry a burden and not my heart,
i need a rescue to remember myself.
I've been traveling so long reaching no distant ground.
If this is a new beginning why do i feel so empty,
why am i not breathing?
Running in circles trying to fight this feeling,
knowing other people need me i can't give in.
I walked and draw my line, season's storm seems
unknown, i don't mind the flames just walking
through the smoke to the voice that calls my name.
I live in a world of words
That constantly spins around
A solar system filled with verbs
And planetary nouns

Syllables that hold me down
Like the 3 in gravity
Consonants in and out
Is the oxygen I breath

Adjectives and adverbs
My galaxy abounds
In this world I live of words
That constantly spins around
XLIII

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
i just wanted to go home

but everytime i am near
my hands always produce wind
and take the house away

i just wanted to go home

but whenever my mom ask me
if my shirt was inside-out
i felt the leaves of makahiya plant that i ate slowly folding in my tounge
and the thorns burns in my throat

i can't say it! i can't say it!

i'm just really wanted to go home.

but everytime i touched the door
i always find myself at the street
  
sleeping

©IGMS
Makahiya Plant - Mimosa pudica [2] (from Latin: pudica "shy, bashful or shrinking"; also called sensitive plant, sleepy plant, Dormilones or shy plant ) is a creeping annual or perennial herb of the pea family Fabaceae often grown for its curiosity value: the compound leaves fold inward and droop when touched or shaken, defending themselves from harm, and re-open a few minutes later. [3] The species is native to South America and Central America , but is now a pantropical ****. It can also be found in Asia in countries such as Thailand, Indonesia , Malaysia , Philippines , and Jamaica . It grows mostly in undisturbed shady areas, under trees or shrubs. [source:Wikipedia]
 Nov 2016 MARIA PANOUTSOU
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To truly separate church and state would equate to demolishing the state and instead choosing to cooperate through the common understanding of equality, responsibility, and freedom.

For as long as there is a Priest you are not equal.

For as long as there is a God you are not responsible.

And for as long as there is a State you are not free.
Lay this poet down
When the time arrives
In a field of fresh cut words
On a bed of softened rhyme

Feel free to cover me
From my head down to my feet
In a poetic form to keep me warm
Perhaps a blanket of allegory

Place a silken sonnet pillow
Underneath my weary head
In a field of fresh cut words
On top a rhyming bed
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