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TheConcretePoet Aug 2021
Vulnerability
and a
whimsical
aloofness can
provide an
unselfish love
of truth
innocence
and
genuineness.

Don't love
conditionally
or with
strings attached.

Everyone is
different.
Everyone is an
individual.
Everyone is
unique.

Love because
your heart
and soul
overflow with
an unselfish
pureness.



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TheConcretePoet
TheConcretePoet Aug 2021
Autumn - slash - Fall.
It matters not to me what my favorite season is called.
The months of 'Ber are just about ******* to me.
Perfected landscape of hues one's eyes will ever see.
Tree tops that stand out so magnificently.
Their children in the wind blowing past me.
Oranges, yellows and reds boast in shades we have never seen.
Pumpkins find rest on everyones front steps.
Football stadiums begin filling up without any regrets.
Everyone slows down sipping hot cocoa and cider.
Embracing your lover as you nestle up by the fire.
Long sleeves and bonfires are a cozy night's fantasy.
I have to be honest...
Autumn  - slash - Fall, I can't believe I get this all for free.
Autumn - slash - Fall,
the sexiest season of them all.


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TheConcretePoet Aug 2021
As a summer breeze rushes through the trees:
             Silence speaks

          As the ocean's waves
whisper to the moon to
misbehave:
               Silence speaks

           As nightfall comes and dark is deep
           Earthen creatures take rest and sleep:
               Silence speaks

           As winter's snow falls from the sky
            In piles the angels make merry where they lie:
              Silence speaks

           As autumn's chill brings vibrancy
            In cinnamon rust, in burning orange as leaves 'fall' from the trees:
              Silence speaks

        Even death rains memories so loud
        Like thunder - lightning from a cloud:
             Silence speaks

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Silence has never been quiet
Silence is very loud
TheConcretePoet Aug 2021
From where
I stand,

the trees
will always
touch
the sky

Why
oh why
can't I?
I'd bet after reading this, you began singing this in your head.🙃
TheConcretePoet Aug 2021
When
I left,
I never once
looked back

Forward
I stared
so my past,
could not
attack
Our past is our foundation

Failures are bricks we build a home of conglomeration
TheConcretePoet Aug 2021
Life often
leaves us
wanting

empty,
and
unnervingly
haunting
Moments of still

How are they filled?
TheConcretePoet Aug 2021
The world
as we know it
is being
swallowed up
by the
fragile
and weak

Cancel this -
cancel that -
the mental
instability
of the
unGodly
freaks

I harken back;
only the
strong survive

Let us not lose
our world
to the weak
while we
are still alive
Stand staunchly like David did

Goliath should have gone an hid
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