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A passionate lovelife begins at the cutting edge of ones  comfort zone. Death ends all ... this too will pass one...is told. Our sun  is not gone as it sets alone. Everything changes as it matures & nurtures; a soulhome full of love passion, mindful hearts, quientessentialy enhancing a compassionate empowering peaceful patient presence. Or mere things do not change, we do. Observe pendulum perceive pit. Forhere awakenaware for now reason & argument forsome, their edge, that is it. Pure calm empowering passion consciousness preferring peaceislove for some that is it. Please a privilege for others for police a right of MEIOSIS. A greater fate is faced with an attitude of forherenow passion. Like fights for wit rights must be felt by allowing an intimate interconnectivity of resonating conscious~hearts. Mindful heartbased interactivity compassion with action. Cards dealt one plays around what is being felt. Done sleeping? End beginnings to start endings...what? Energy...awakening is a passionate art. A heartbeat a part to re late one may appreciate wit meiosis?
I am here now as one desire. That is not ones upmost issue;...to & furrow. Port & starboard back & forth on  deep ocean blue breezes as sweet sense you are us teases. I am in the air I am in the trees I am in the window of your eyes. Ready willing & able to please well beyond one divine human hearts wants or needs...oil please?
Oy.
Hello Poetry
inspiring
save* passion
compassion in action
knowing loves' presence
shows through words that rhyme
attract human souls they always do
in
time
to  
ignite
passion
cat in/out of bag
dog got one's tongue
one listens well eyes swell
love the sea *save
passion
seize opportunity
Hello Poetry.
Fly
All one
to do or be
one took gone
it
all away from
gone
me
one    by
all it took
no glance
no look
back or
no syllable spoken
at the wake in the camera
open
in full highest definition possible
interactive view
right before
*
thought
eyes
space
skies
one
is
able
                                                                                                                                                      fly.
Horrifying more than meeting a poet's mind~eye
compassion drips off lips committing
execution slips
blowing heart's apart from their core
thoughts of mirrors trigger
horrifying
why more no more?
What to do when the day moves like night or the night the day?
Do you take a few of those neurons for a field trip a little get~away?
A substance may be involved if society has something to say.
Society? Is the night that moved like a human one afternoon after a prayer of peace
creepy or a part of society?
Soul stopped seeking long ago
heartbeats resonate with mother earth and father     though
everywhere gazes stare's space
are we out of our freaking mind
& who cares
life was taken.
was it theirs?
TIME.
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