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touch this, this way

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

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Jul 28, 2011
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