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the Solitude
is
sadly, a
stepping stone
along the way

we're almost there
to the destination

*keep your chin up
The moment
i reached over to you
and whispered in your ear
(over the hard piece separating us)
and I whispered
"Wish you were in town...."
"Why?" he asked turning from the stage..
"Well... because..
                                                       ­     * because I love how you kneel at church
                                                          ­     how you always seem to be around
                                                          ­     how you perk up your eyebrows
                                                              **­w we talk about how God graced us
                                                              ­how you are so smart. In Anatomy and Psychology
                                                      ­         how your eyes make my shoulders slump
                                                           ­ (I think it's because my chest collapses, must be somethin' in there)
                                                          ­   because you asked me to an opera
                                                             how you smile after I mess up
                                                             that you open up doors for me
                                                             I love your funny Dr. Fischer impressions
                                                     ­         that you work in an italian restaurant
                                                      ­        and play the guitar and go to church to praise God
                                                              **­w your lips seem so incredibly soft
                                                            ­  and I lose myself in your eyes....

-"I was wondering if you could go to the Sadie-Hawkins dance with me?"
-"I would love to Sophie!"

-"I just thought you would have already been asked!"                                 red
-"No, I don't have *that
many women chasing after me" wink
-"Hah, yeah I couldn't imagine why." wink

                                                      
                                                             .................................................................­............................................*Sigh
Grand splendor
of the
Aida Opera
always leaves me
breathless

Deception, Love, Treason
Oh my heart
aches for her loss...

Justification for ones country
priests who deceived
so wrongly...

Suffocation
under the marble pillars
angel of death drawing near...

Oh God!
My heavenly kingdom!
wait!
my soul has arrived!


Now I can see it
O Nata Lux

The light.
Fortunate
to have
gotten

this
friday night
dance
with you
the lord bless you and keep you
the lord lift his countenance upon you
and give you peace
and give you peace
and give you peace
the lord make his face to shine upon you...
and be gracious
unto you
the lord, be gracious unto you.

Amen
A song I sang in my high school choir.
stepped out of the race
i knowingly would lose
i decided to take up a consistent pace
it took everything out of me to lose

the addiction that was like a cloud
of thick, impenetrable slime i can't hide
that kept me ever so proud
of the needles inside

that ***** the side of me that loves the good
don't let me lose concentration
tequila and the beach make me realize they only could
truly leave me ill rationed

always in the mood
to tell you im really not
the prissy *****
you maybe thought i ought

and was to be,
you know you're actually misled
believe me, I'm no sweet pea
my soul is really spread

with grief, toil and strife
though i never stop trying
always easy to live with the knife
keep your mind open, my wet soul's drying

balancing on the tightrope
my visions cast far above me                              (can't see the current circumstance)
seeing that it's easier to cope
with the present                                                    (seein­g you makes my heart dance)
not always an overcoming bliss...
love is...
conversing with a friend over a sad event that happened in there day,
stopping for a minute in the playground with your brother to play
showing steps in a math problem for your little sister
spreading the cheese over the lasagna for your mom and her mister
carrying grocery bags to an elderly person's car
picking up a **** in a yard
letting someone know some insight you have on a particular action
looking into someone's eyes and absorbing how they feel (for a minute, forget attraction)

doesn't have to be relatable.
doesn't have to be fun.
but this is the kind of love,
that when you give it,
you can't help but feel
some warmth coming from somewhere out there
and unwillingly, unknowingly
makes it's way inside your heart.
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