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Into, up to
I find secrets
Then you sift through
Unwind leaflets

Writer's tales,
Tailored truth
Liars framers
Seed and roots

Cutting sutured
Secured and subtle
Stapled reason
Duly muddled

Out of downing
Seeking heaven
Love pronouncing
Lively set in

Joyous trust,
Oh brightest heart
Last together
Rifts apart

Language laughter
After hunger
Hanging rising
Rhyming wonder

Out of nothing
Trifled trinkets
Search the wording
Finding secrets
Louder than my voice, You have spoken in me
Deeper than my longing, You have sprung eternal
Beyond my foresight, You are prophesying to me
After all my reason, You are unimaginable (unfolding unimaginable things)

Before my expectation, You've exceeded what is conceivable
In the most secret place, You consume completely
And deep calls out to deep

Above a kingdom's reach, Your reign overcomes
Beneath the meaning of existence, Your laws dictate reality
At the moment of seeking, You have sought and found
Greater than my strength, You uphold the infinite (and I within it more carefully)

In the fulfillment of time, You are waiting
With the wisdom of ages, Your ways are everlasting
And deep calls out to deep, whispering your fullness:

"If there is faith, You are believed."
"If there is hope, You are looked upon."
"If there is love, You are reflected."
I’ve created a world
Of my own,
It’s in my mind
Safe and sound.

I’m the only
Citizen of it,
I live happily
By my own rules.

I’m inviting you
As a guest,
To peek inside
Because I like you.

But you know
It's not a glimpse,
It's much more
It’s a journey.

You will start
Loving it,
As the time
Passes by.
(It will happen,
trust me!)

Don’t forget
That you are,
But a traveler
On exploration.

Don’t Demand
Citizenship one day,
As I will
Definitely decline.
(You needed to ask
and that’s not right.)

It’s not that
You can’t be,
A part of
My world.

If you
Are a part
You’d fit in
Perfectly.
(I hope so,
I Sincerely do)

It will be
Something magical,
That will happen
Naturally, unknowingly.

You wouldn’t feel
The need to ask,
And I wouldn’t feel
The need to answer.

We’d only
Feel our worlds,
Expand and
Become infinite.

All my dreams
Will be yours,
And all yours
Will be mine.

As even I
Am a visitor,
To your world
For this while.

Loving is
2 people,
completing
A puzzle.

Each one
Missing dearly,
A few
Critical Pieces.

Each one
Having just,
The perfect
Partial view.
While everyone thinks that Love is a concept of perfection, I think it's exactly opposite of that. No matter how hard you try, you will only truly know a small part of other person. So I want to tell you that don't try too hard to make all the things fall into place. Be what you are, let the other person be what that person is and see how you two go together. Enjoy your puzzle.
i can't exist
yet here i sit
pondering and wondrous

drums pound and clang
my heart the same
perceptible, still undertrained

i cannot lie
but always try
plunging over, horrified

so here no more
and there not for
pejorative excelsior

I've written less
to curb excess
predominant post-modernists
Just speaking is not enough...
Hoping against hope us not enough...
Never quitting is not enough...
Letting go is not enough...
Overcoming is not enough...
Love is not enough...
The future is not enough...
Triumph is not enough...
Wholeness is not enough...
Moving on is not enough...
Taking responsibility is not enough...
Going forward is not enough...
Every year we attempt, and plan, and plod our way through and all we ever do is not enough...
But you, you are enough.
the fretful fought for fated fetter
Friendship, danger, globe & anchors
what if there is no backdrop
i mean it could all be the central story, right?
i've called weaker plotlines boring and stronger ones interesting
and now when i see the story stretched out
not only over the course of my life
but through the tapered and weaving lives
of circles and slopes
of color and dreary bland borders

i see

i am compelled

it fills me

i was an artist
you were perfect
now I'm a worker
and you're confused
and the mess is better than any straight line ever drawn

we write and dance,
we share so selfishly,
like everything is ours to give
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