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Elsie Greek May 2020
Swim in the ocean
Of rebirth with me
Resonating in
              The Stream
Of what I call
      Clear conscious.
Melody you sing to
                    On its waves
Matching its duality
Is like frustrated blur,
A hum of drastic stakes
       We are to make.
But I like you
In whatever shape
You desire
               to mold me,
Until the end of the day
I am your plasticine.
          And tomorrow,
I am as well you brick,
Your indulgence delusion,
A glass of aspirin water,
Therefore, your immutable side.
Mark Toney Oct 2019
~ If selfishness precipitates, love will evaporate ~


Perfect present from heaven above
You and I, we fit like a glove
Please let's not fight
It's just not right
So happy that we're so in love

Let our relationship grow
               ~love reciprocates~
Let sensation be sensible
               ~kindness mitigates~
Let meditation be met
               ~patience celebrates~
With love that's suitable

Cultivating our love to grow
We must let communication flow
Please hold me dear
You have my ear
Talk to me I want to know

Let our relationship grow
               ~love reciprocates~
Let sensation be sensible
               ~kindness mitigates~
Let meditation be met
               ~patience celebrates~
With love that's beautiful

A three-fold cord won't easily fray
I thank God for us every day
Through thick and thin
You're my best friend
Blessed that we feel this way

Let our relationship grow
               ~love reciprocates~
Let sensation be sensible
               ~kindness mitigates~
Let meditation be met
               ~patience celebrates~
With love that's suitable

With love that's beautiful
With love immutable
1/30/2019 - Poetry form: Lyric - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2019
Aaron Mullin Nov 2014
Samhain last night
Peering through the veil
Seeking truths
Absolving
Those who believe
In absolutes

Finding

One
Immutable
Fact

The Source is Love

God isn't dead
There never was a god

This idea is anthropomorphic
Navel gazing

Of course
There are no absolutes
This poem
Attempts to capture
A moment
In my spacetime
Relativity
Written on a crescent of fire and light

— The End —