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this word thing
this contraption of vowels and apostrophes
this similar
fashion of symbols
some, having danglies,
and some, Bold upper teasings
which when alone have no meaning
but in well grouped arrangements
make metaphors
or make new things
much like humans who
created them.
first
i let myself weep
then slowly
my heart bleed words
dropping into these tattered pages
eventually
forming lines
and
making rhyming rhythms

©IGMS
I saw a beautiful soul today,
Masked had he been,
His face, nobody had seen...

He had a heart that did beat for all,
He had a mind, that did think about good for all,
He had a set of hands, that did work for humanity,
He had a wallet, that did open - only for charity,

He took no name, he took no fame,
He kept helping people,
And wanted everyone to do the same,

He worked for orphanages, old age homes,
He worked for hospitals,
And not for running his own family,

What a man, of hospitality!

What a beauty he bad been!
Masked had he been,
His face nobody had seen...
To do charity and take credit, is a way of getting popularity... To do charity, and know about those being helped,
Is the world's best hospitality!
 Dec 2015 ROBERT W KODAMA
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Please
 Dec 2015 ROBERT W KODAMA
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Please
Tattoo the words
I am not good enough
Into my skin
So I will never trick myself
Into thinking otherwise
Because when I think perhaps
I am
My pride falls out of my chest
And drags on the ground
Leaving behind each broken piece
That I'll never be able to find
To put myself
Back together
So please
Save me the embarrassment
Carve the words into my skin yourself
So I won't have to

— The End —