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Nora Sayed Jun 2021
I fear that I’ve been blinded by your love
For once you weren’t there things became tough
I assumed my happiness was in your presence
So I made my perfume from your essence
Sprayed it everywhere so I’d feel you
It was dominant while your emotions weren’t true
All the lies you fed me left me in terror
False hope you gave me but I deserve better
Fortunately, I have my family and friends
Ones I can rely on while my wounds mend
They have always been there for me
And now the best version of myself I thrive to be
My experience with them taught me so many lessons
Some I wouldn’t have learned by myself I reckon
Many people who are in my life will eventually depart
But only true friends will leave a footprint in my heart.
Karijinbba Jun 2021
Warning ducks be not proud!
if loose lips sink ships,
stubborn fingers typing
end platonic virtual pen pal ships.
E-mailing tenderly saying:
Hello, how do you do?
Sharing ones pains or joys;
a lifetimes treasures found or lost,
love's worth's heart aches shared
doesn't mean instant intimate nor
lifetime attachment past, present
nor future exist.
Assuming it does is deadly.
True love's bank is many gated
wisely sternly guarded.
Multifaceted seven faced is love.
love treasured lives within,
shared on free will basis.
Is all love sane and good?
Is all love offered G#d sourced?
I'm wise to know true love's worth.
Multifaceted gates is love,
love either given or received
a two edge sword wisely is.
Accepted or rejected
must honor boundaries.
Love's sanctuary nest
is free will principled
where love endures true.
~~~~~~~
By Karijinbba
All Rights 2021-06.
Lately I believed the marriage institution us a system that must be amended
both on paper and in heart.
There's so much love to share love of tree love of four the knew paradigm ?
one single woman one man for a lifetime needs change where true love amends all without jalousies malice or greed families in larger modes leads to happily ever after.
marriage divorce over and over is madness
Mark Wanless May 2021
woman and man tools
of freedom stand and be true
you say you say you do
Karijinbba Apr 2021
And my twin flame wrote;
"So, it's either too soon
or too late for love?"
Later realizing
who had sent that poem
I gave my true conscious reply
But it was too late
I missed my mark in poem
and sadly before
without meaning to do so.

An ancient script on stage
at the Hilton resurfaced from
that glorious Sunday.
Mother's Day missing the mark,
fame and great fortune!
I so adored you beloved.
You changed my world
Yes everything had meaning!

"True love is timeless
without beginning or end"
PRECIOUS LOVE
It's never too soon, nor too late.
In spirit in the beginning
and from that Hilton labby
Glued together twin flame lover
I wished with you to be.
My darling!
Timeless is true love.
~~~~~
By: karijinbba
All rights Reserved-74-95.
1974-present-Rddbba.
REVISED April 2021.
Jay M Apr 2021
Once, long ago
A brilliant flash before
Saved forever in time
Faded in shades of greys
Like a photograph;
Black and white
One thing or another
Not shining in its entirety quite yet

Then, saturation of color and hue
Bring forth visions unseen
Slightly blurred at first,
Then in full detail
Sprawled out into glorious view

Though once, only raw and bare
Time brings it into exposure
Into the open air
Believe it or not
Some brought into the light of reality
As they are surely meant to be

- Jay M
April 19th, 2021
Just something new. Familiar.
My Dear Poet Apr 2021
I’m collecting little broken pieces of me
piecing me together,
slowly,
you see

a piece at a time
each fragment you’ll find
more of me
hopefully

I’m collecting little broken pieces of me
I’m finding them in places
I used to be

beneath the books I’ve read
under the words I’ve said
in the things I’ve grown
behind things I’ve known

I’m collecting little broken pieces of me
placing them together,
carefully

and finally,
when I’m done
if I’m missing one
possibly two
know this
for this is true

I’m complete
as complete as can be
its in the missing pieces
I feel more like me
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