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Words,
They can cut through
Your heart,

They can tear you
Apart.

They can be as sharp
And as blunt
As any knife,
All in the same instance,

They can cause a major shift
In your reality,
They can torture you
Until the end of time,
They can be responsible
For destroying your very existence.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017
 Aug 2017 Paul Jones
Ryan Holden
I can't shrug the vast curiosity
For the beating heart that strives
for her has become flat lined,
a line that no longer represents
hot coals of my love

The quivering shores are barren
to the sand that we count
as it is lost in winds of time
and life experiences.

Fast paced indecisiveness is lost
with my teenage years.
As is the confidence and acceptance
to sparks of love.

My soul shakes at the thought
but my heart leaps from my chest
like salmon up stream,
forgetting the cold waters and unable
to remember the tune.

For I am a bruised man.

So I cant risk the shards of this
glued heart being handled again,
As one drop, one fall,
could mean the end of my affection.
Loving, loving and loving some more - the fear of falling again.
 Aug 2017 Paul Jones
ryn
Pry
 Aug 2017 Paul Jones
ryn
Pry
.
pry the night sky open

let bathe the earth in subtle light

pry open the doors to my heart

let love spread with surety and might


.
heavier than down;
pulling and falling;
red-kneeled prayer to the god

of downstairs and tears;
of steps, stones and caves,
flapping like a torn flag

the fool of terra, trapped under
the bricks of this world;
flightless, too low to rise.
the sea the skin of a wet dog,
black the beach; a ruined church,
the coastal lights a string of lesser ways;
we are as empty as a dropped shell
pulled across the ebb, a ripple of salt..

and as the night gets deeper
a dragon breathes like the tide:
no mistake, the dark needs its hours
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Som­e come to pin points your mistakes and some only love
Reality is a true fact that will not change a raven for a dove

When man cries his tears dry up and run out, becomes a devil
Blood releases flood of might so high to reach unnatural level

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~
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Waves are asking a question to the sea shore, inquest
How many times do we to come here to go back again

Since our birth, we are in a process to get the final rest
Each and every time we come to you to go back in vain

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~
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My faith in human, religion, and temple is a gem of ocean
Bubbles of elements and salts touch me with a gentle motion

I accept them as a water prayer to touch the earth and sky
And to give back all, the sun, and the moon, low and high

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~
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Knowledge is light which perishes the darkness of ignorance
Ancient cries of old sky finds latest cheers to get an advance

Actors come on the stage with legend messages deliverance
To make amendments, since only a few get a second chance

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~
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