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Where is my moon?
I ask these questions to you
I need a woman so self assured
A gem so beautiful & hungry for truth
Where's the love I so willingly yern for?
I guess i'll be searching for you in another life time
For I've looked in my life time without success
My hope for true love is all but gone
I wished for long conversations
Intimate kisses
****** curesses
So my scroll of what could be is dead
The willow tree of her & I pictured in my mind is gone
The slow song of when we first engage in tender love making is erased
Im sorry for my displaced non existence hope of love
A fairy tale unfit for this awful era of life
So let me end this with 2 words
Why love?
Here's an experiment I'll try now
Give me a moment to explain how..

"NO!" has hyjacked my life
And thus set off my wiring for strife..

It began rather young
When "YES" wished to have fun..

"NO!" would so often spoil the game
Using its crew: Doubt, Cruelty, Shame..

YES tried to stay on track
But NO could see what it lacked..

Using my wiring to take command
YES was not strong enough to stand..

Against NO's impossible power
YES, for a long while could only cower..

But YES, recently found a key
Promising to set me free..

From NO's tyrannical rule
YES whispered "NO only aims to fool!"

Clear your mind of NO's debris
Impose thoughts that move more free..

Toward the goals you have set
Let not your mind forget..

The power is yours to keep or lose
Dependant upon only the direction YOU choose.
We all, each one are born

With an inner light

Some of them burn dimly

While others burn ever bright

All of it depends on

What it is you spend your time

And what kindling you use

To stoke your inner fire
 Mar 2013 Thomas Gagliardi
Chuck
You are a slam dunk
A fingertip catch
And all that exciting junk

You are a bone crushing tackle
A pulled groin muscle
So painful, I'm a blushing rascal

You are the Stanley Cup
A Superbowl ring
That's what's up

~
This hurts for a poet to admit, but sometimes the sentiment is more important than the eloquence.
 Mar 2013 Thomas Gagliardi
Chuck
Life is an experiment
This becomes more true
The older I get

In my youth, a year ago
I believed my story was scribed
Now, I just don't know

Mellifluous words carry me away
Sweeping me up
Causing me to question the day

Life is an experiment
Like the poems I pen
The longer words ferment
The cloudier the end
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