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Love is gorgeous and wisdom sublime,
When they walk hand in hand there is no time,
For it stops, or so it seemed,
And when they kiss we are redeemed.

Love says “don’t hold back, give all you've got.”
Wisdom responds “remember what was once forgot.”
Love laughs she doesn't care about such things,
Wisdom smiles knowing what their pairing brings.

For when he’s absent love get hurt,
And when she’s away wisdom is cruel,
But in coming together they reassert,
The truth, and are no one’s fool.
Sometimes you gotta know-
what's it like to be alone.
Somehow you gotta show-
that this is not you throne.
Someone wants to know-
if what there doing's right.
Somethings will try to **** you-
but will you try to fight 'em.

I feel like I'm the enemy
When you see me.
Since we first met
It's like I'm in your debt
And I don't think you know it
Or at least, you don't show it

Oh I don't know why-
you tear me up, inside.
But I can bare it, for now.
I want to tell you-
but I wouldn't dare it.
I'll wait until it's time-
we're so near it.
And when the moment comes-
then we'll hear it.

Will you grow a tree with me?
We can set this seed free.
You don't need to feed it much
Just a little mulch.
Can you wait until it grows?
Yes, I know it'll be slow.
But we've got all the time, in the world.
So why rush?

Oh I don't know why-
you tear me up, inside.
But I can bare it, for now.
I want to tell you-
but I wouldn't dare it.
I'll wait until it's time-
we're so near it.
And when the moment comes-
will you hear it?
Or will you disappear.

Blood falls
When you call
Blood falls
Drops so small
Blood falls
When you call
Blood falls

Floods it all.
In my head this is an upbeat song despite what the lyrics might suggest. Still songs are but poems set to music and therefore I decided I might as well put it up.
From times immemorial,
We have dreamt ,
Carved ourselves,
The crown of grace.

A little girl walks today,
With big dreams and passion.
A women of tomorrow,
With power and ambition.

Great things does she,
From wisdom to the heart.
Not only the vessel of mankind,
But also the anchor of life.
Tribute to Women (on the occasion of International Women's Day)
 Mar 2015 Obscurity Thought
El
Its sad that I find myself
Not waiting for the Happy Ending anymore
*I just crave The End
First times had always been important to her.
The first time she learned how to ride a bike without the trainer wheels, the first time she got a great grade on her test.
Because these first times were special only when they happened for the first time.
Riding on the bicycle without the training wheels was no longer unusual, getting good grades wasn't new.
They just became regular habits. She never regretted having all of those first times; the only one she ever regretted was the first time you spoke to her; looking into her eyes.
Because now, even after all those years,
she still can't look away.

-A.A.
Jumbled thoughts
we swam naked in the sea
for hours
and hours
and later
in the dunes my lips
tricked a sweet pearl
from the singly balanced cradle
deep within those oyster spilt hips
“you taste of samphire”
I gasped
“listen
could you keep a secret
while the ocean foam stings
your throat?”
 Mar 2015 Obscurity Thought
ryn
my whispers,
they float over the currents
braving the undulating waves in our overture...
around their necks, hung time-worn pendants

whispers...
struggling to convey my sentence
like wreaths adrift perhaps with hope
like a requiem filled perhaps with remorseful penance
but more like weakened footholds on a slippery *****...

this dream...
only spoke grandly of sprawling blackness
where nothing did gleam
only thoughts heavy but...
oddly weightless

except for...
a repertoire of transgressions...
raucous and obnoxious
mischievous taunts that pull me back
caging me,
enslaving me,
smothering me senseless

that was my consciousness
where second chances exist...
in faint sporadic eruptions
through the heavy curtains of uncertainty's mist

finally awakened by hastened breaths
heavy and laboured
as like previous temporary deaths

I could hear my heart
thumping...
beating...
fighting...
to set its beats apart

breathe deep...
allow the new day's air sink in
rise fully from sleep
wake up
and...
let today begin
Based on a dream.
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