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Dec 2015
Un-parch and part our seas
of need
              " Be True  "

All kisses kismet
For your being
In my motives, complex

And your presence resolute
Is like Moses to mountains absolute
Defiant to pharoahs fleeing as they wail and wretch

       Dry reticent's / fake to make
Gilding what they deem
In themselves as golden truths
A society unseen with no relief or boon  
like swarms they only teem
with beauty in masquerades,
still sly as any thief like

A house of cards
All ready for the fall
Weak in their deceits... Replete
Of teeth
and walls


Build me instead no regret
No slaves / compelled or bade
But choice made resolve / tentade*
In devotion's open season  

Not entombed / embalmed / awe of death
Rather a heart in spades, life with breadth  
No commandments made  barricade

But our names reclaimed instead

No fear of dark neverwas yet
Alive even unto death.

For we are freedom
We are loved  

A nest, a hut, a cave
A tower, skyscraper / a home
Our kiss in the shade

A Genesis

Resurrection roads
The Universe / all oceans of O
Lovingly we will wade

Again and again
inhale
sweet life's rhapsodies
and the rose...
again and again / our song
at the up-most

Understanding without anger or books
Conceding and agreeing
It is all good

This is us
And now in hush
Eyes beyond sight must

Open / See : the Empathy
questions keeping note
asking not acquiescently
In who's company?

Why,  by Love's infinite dynasty
Now know

No one is lost when already home  
Love is much stronger
Is further thrown
Than any tablet made of Stone.

                   " Be true "

And in this moment
Awaken
              Absolute  
Now go
Always not almost

                  " I love you so ..."
Tentade - Swedish pronoun, or my slang version of tentamount
Butch Decatoria
Written by
Butch Decatoria  47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA
(47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA)   
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