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Jul 2011
I guess, sometimes life gets blurred
Everyday drivel
Maybe just me

Who really knows or understands what this , this love is?
This love that love, love of flesh and greed, money and deed….this is our new love.

Is it understanding, or taking every part of your loves love for truth, for the “word”.
Is it taking our loves, loves hand, their heart and placing it in our own?

In these days of our dust, our lust, and our money hungry ways, how could we know love?

We lost our way and we are dredging in the filth of our fathers to find our way

This wall to wall carpet and brown leather chair…is this love?

Is love this twenty dollar bill…
Lip locked and loaded for this days pleasure…

This is how we show love…
Touch this, this way…

Love I think hides behind the eyes
Big brown, blue, green globes of truth…

Wow … where did my globe go?

I want again to know truth; I want to know the warmth of my loves love, the *****, and the heart beat of loves true love.

Or just a drink…
Whiskey
Maybe two
AC Brooks
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