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Hannon,
felt superior  to the very nature of all things, and he found a way how to prove it.

“Why staying bound
by humanness,
while I am better
than anyone else”

With his own money,
Hannon bought a flock of birds
and raised them up in a dark place,
very dark place,
teaching them how to sing one song
named “ Hannon is God”,
This is all they’ll sing in the dark.

When Hannon considered
the birds learned the song,
he let them fly free,
believing his own song
“Hannon is God”
would spread everywhere
and would be heard by everyone.

He let them free,
the next moment
the free birds forgot Hannon’s song.

They flew free,
and song their own birdsong
to this day
I will write poetry after lunch green tea
and I will make my mood romantic
with my poetic love in this pandemic
and I'd paint your lovely eyes at the sea.

I wouldn't get back to work after you,
I won't go home, I just wanna be wild
in the jungle of blind love with you.
I'll be silent if you feel shy in the wind.

I want to make you happy forever
and make you smile, oh my dear!
I give you company not to feel alone
I will find you anyhow, anywhere!
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Quoting: Veritia Venandi  "Eternal light shines through darkest eclipse "

When the heart breaks down and darkness wraps the soul
like a shawl made of wool with web like little aching holes
We long for the break of dawn to arrive and for stars to leave behind
their itsy bitsy spark of light
When we have been devoured by deception
lied and left to be discarded ,
the only thing that blesses is the morning
with her absolvent light ;
For what crime does a heart do when all it does is love
to the point of no return,  
what heart can stand the test of time once cracked in two?
It needs the tenacity of eternal light,  
even through the darkest of eclipse,
it needs a fighting chance, to cleave the night.
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I cannot tell you what love is for it is not tangible like cement  
but I can tell you this, you cannot beg for it borrow it nor rent
I never did quite figure out what makes it come what makes it go
one thing I know for sure is this, when I near it I begin to glow

Love is not an easy word to whisper in the thick of angered rage
nor is it something you can slip between the lines of a written page
Love is to be lived without devour from patience to understanding
you need to treat it like gold, if its to be your Lancelot of everlasting

I could never pin the moment of love's conception nor when it died
but the one thing I did realize with age is this, if its real its bona fide
if life is a gift, love is the all enduring essence of all that is good in me
and I cannot imagine giving it to someone, without giving it for free

I cannot tell you what love is for sure, but I can tell you its all I need
love is a two sided sword, it makes you happy or it makes you bleed
I never did quite figure out what makes it come what makes it go
but one thing I know for sure is this, when I near it I begin to glow.
I bequeath to my heart none else then pure love
and in the meantime all that is me around me and inside me  
I entrust to my Father in heaven;
Each and every thought I think, all feelings I insip
I bring forth to the alter of His mercy;  
I pray for strength and understanding, by the settle of my night  
May He send forth His Angels of  consort
and help me to attain a fitful sleep
as I breathe slowly and deeply, into the arms of love .
Amen!
Exclusively
I am a man who's not difficult to love
I will love vulnerably and intensely
Never compare you with any other
And my only expectation will be that
Our love belongs to only you and I
Exclusively

when silence breeds discontent
and critics ensnare your feet
in a morass of minutiae
amplify your truth

when gossip makes
a mischief of reality
stand your ground
command all energy
toward positivity

never relent because
others seek to mold you
in their stale likeness
never submit to quietude
when you are gifted
a poetic voice

It's your obligation
to subjugate negation
and contort vexation
into your own narration
toward personal salvation
Your thoughts, your creation
only your fingers, the translation

Never submit to false authority
lies, malice do not signify you
hold your head high
Look to the stars
and dream in words
again
HP is a safe haven for poetry and creative expression, and we have a responsibility to protect this hallowed ground as a place to think, share, and dream. This poem is my pledge to remain true to our mission as poets. Never let others' opinions falsely define you.  Dare to be authentically, unapologetically yourself.
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