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 Nov 2013 soul in torment
Spelz
How far must our planets splay
before they collide once more?
The stars in their cruel malevolence
mock our decor.
The galaxy is of our love, pregnant with envy.
Why would you, universe, allow such tapestry?

The touch of the rain without reason to blame
turns to ice on the shores of my slumber.
Like an effigy ruminating disconsolately i lay,
Never mind all the tears in the rain of my thunder.

My heart does not race yet it beats at a canter
It states with impunity,
with neither remorse nor regret as it seeks out our unity.
Of sonorous design if only it was,
it would emancipate me...
The real me, of composure's repose,

I miss you, i love you...
They cannot compare,
To this mind they cannot express
and shan't even dare

Oh! those stars!
If i could i would make them stare,
I would go the distance and make them care,
for i'd make them witness a fusion so rare.
What they could not limit,
what they could not mimic.
For our love, t'would bring our worlds together
behold them cataclysmic.
If I could kiss you now,
I might end up biting your lip until I drew blood.

You might get your *****,
But I could not promise to sheath my claws.
we're going to speak
the language of love
all through the night

we're going to speak
the language of love
in the dawning light

it'll be so fine
talking in that familiar lingo
we'll speak it
like a pair of intimate amigos

the language of love
the language of love

our tongues meeting and meshing
is a steamy dialogue
sharing the warm feeling
of our special monologue

come on baby
let's commence
our love discussions
there is much
for you and I
to ****** percussion

the language of love
the language of love

is so powerful
in the message
it communicates
and its linguistics
so highly rate

we're going to speak
the language of love
all through the night

we're going to speak
the language of love
in the dawning light
 Nov 2013 soul in torment
K Mae
^
safe isolation
                   pride covers fear

        numb doesn't feel
                            *reflections clear
 Nov 2013 soul in torment
Kay
When I drive
beneath the city lights
I can't help but look up
and sigh.

The top floor
of the highest building-
so insignificant to everyone
but I.

The thrill we had
of sneaking in,
then climbing to the top-
so high.

Watching the traffic,
hearing the music,
and observing so many lives
go by.

One of my most memorable times
of growing up; understanding life,
but now it's just a memory that lives
underneath
the city lights.
 Nov 2013 soul in torment
Basko
I am not your good critic
Do not go deep into my critique.
As for me every creature that walks the earth
is beautiful down to their soul.
For me every adversity is a rebirth,
of a thought new to this world

I will never point the wrong, in an action
I will only make you strong, by my actions,
And if i cant i have some words to spare
Some dark tales of mine i can share.
I shall shed light to the brighter side,
show you codes by which i abide.
For those in suffering only come forward
Let this bad critic give you comfort
worth
is not
determined by
utility...
position…
possession...
impression...

rather

your worth
is
undeniably
irrevocably
incandescently
innate

simply

sculpted, perfected

so
you
can
learn

that your value
is

*beyond price
"Indeed,
the very hairs on your head
are numbered"
Luke 12:17
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