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Love is both dangerous and safe;
It is the bullet and the bandage
It is the rain and the umbrella
It is the fall and the helmet
It is the life stopper - the heart starter
Love is the hurt and the heal
Love is our truth
Love
is
real.
The light eeks as though pierced through a bubble
Cloud's a light bulb; iridescence a stranger
Distant pounds muffled, yet sounding slowly
Papers rustling, forest of created simplicity
tickling my ears and laying me down
retiring into old ideas and youthful reprise
such simplicity, such grace, such comfort
in a room I've never frequented
as if exploration were the devil's ruse

How ironic that here science and study have penetrated
old tradition and oft forlorn inscriptions
yet those same explorers leave the world as strangers

How surreal: Is it a blessing or a curse?
Lessons should not solely be learnt in verse
We feel a little more deeply;
Our dreams and our hopes a bit more lofty
The hurt we encounter, more painful
The love, more fearsome, more courageous

Our desires, our passions, they burn as fire hot embers;
Convictions, belief systems, we, a bit more zealous than the rest
Sorrow and loss makes a melancholy bed upon our hearts, tears fall while
We give reverence to those great writers that came before us,

With nature, we are held in awe, as in crispy branches of Autumn trees
Come to us again renewed, children to climb your arms of Spring
Our senses heightened to silver lined clouds, we appreciate more
Our care, our commiseration more powerful, more potent, more poignant

On constant journey to find our place in this universe, more analytical, yet more confusing
A safe haven found among like minds in this community of poets waxing prose, lyrics
Connecting with those who embody the more aspect, finding peace, finding acceptance
We are one, we are family, united vicariously of one another's experiential travels

Herein lies the words of our lives, our souls borne on scripted stage
Likes, Comments, critiques of our word manipulation, not critiques of our being
Writing is freedom, from long exhaustive treks through hot desert, snake riddled sands
We drink our first cool waters from the natural springs of Hello Poetry

We love you one and all, and this to a Greater Degree, always.

-----ChawzzyScript

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