You sat bedside me and I forgot how to breathe.

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                               ­          there used to be people on the earth

                                 ( way back then )

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it was easy to write poems then

                                         ( when there were people )

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you would look into the sea of faces and see dreams

Reaching out

( Reaching out for you. ! )

and you would simple place yourself

Within them

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Beyond the heart surrounded by daggers

To protect it from the ravages of the fake

IS  --- the real heart !!

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( do you remember ? )

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Come !

From out the fear and try again

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A LITTLE BIT OF WISDOM

And we go home !

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I am no fool

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I see

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I see your dream

( beyond the daggers )

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Whatever we do or want or say

The WARS shall come

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Only together shall we find the strength

To even survive at all

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In the middle of the hurricane

The EYE !

( where we are safe )

In the light of the 1000 suns

In the love of each other

Each lover loving every One

~I guess change is necessary so
we won't get hurt~

These eyes have felt
their fair share of tears that burn
Forgive my eyes for they are yet so green
They have seen much but still they do not learn

These lungs have breathed
The air both fresh and acrid
Forgive them for they are yet so green
They only do what they must when all runs turbid

These ears they've heard
Hurtful promises and whispers that have stung
Forgive my ears for they are yet so green
They're know not to ignore the language of forked tongues

These lips have served
The most callous of opinions
Forgive them for they are yet so green
They can't seem to curb pent up notions

These hands have grown tired
From shielding my tear-stricken face
Forgive these hands for they are yet so green
They're still so afraid to welcome the gift of future days

These legs are sore
For they have travelled far
Forgive them for they are yet so green
They knew better than to enter through doors left slightly ajar

This mind is weary
From thinking of a life meant only for dreamers
Forgive my mind for it is yet so green
They know not of the inexistence of greener pastures

This heart... My heart
Pounding each beat that betrays
Beats with an anvil in tow
Forgive it for it is yet so green
It's having more trouble than it cares to show

This face I wear
A weathered mask I'm unready to shed
Forgive it for it is yet so green
There's still life in it...
For there's yet much to be said

A heart of triumph knows no bounds
its finely tuned, a divine sound,
it knows not failure, nor success,
it knows not the penalty of distress,
for regardless of the instance in which it prevails,
weather it be a correction, success, or a fail,
a heart of triumph stays through good and bad,
in those of us who let go of being angry or mad,
so that we can live, and be triumphet in life,
so that we can be triumphet for our friends, neighbors, kids, and wives.