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muses with words spun of finest silk
and as fragile as butterfly wings
never cometh spilling those words
for my broken pen to flow over scrolls
leaving messages for all time
 Aug 2017 Vinnie Brown
Xyns
I wanna frame your every flaw
Hang them like paintings on my walls

I wanna capture your laugh
Before the wind carries it to the past

I wanna freeze your bright smile
To keep it with me for every slow mile

I believe you're worth it
To me, you're picture perfect
Down no plains of flowing grass
up no hills of trees that stand
what tips your hat?
where is your flaw?
disillusioned taste
defused for all, mimicked
in the voice of a flower
through hearts of trees, outstretching
complex, limbs hidden
simply facilitated
in common goal, conditioned
used for all;
how do you stand?
quite so tall
in divined obsession
it seems to find all
nurtured and withdrawn
concealed in fixation
no one finds your flaw
for there’s none at all
yet from deception, true love finds all
in this shambled; shrine,
not flawed in design
nurtured from unseen
confronted with existence.
Bullies will be met with fire and fury
Yet, it doesn't have to be this way
Each one of us is born with a human face
So, let's not rip our world apart
and become a sour ****
   Let's have a heart
"Generally, people aren't good or pure hearted," he said.

And everytime I hear those words fall out of someone's mouth I can feel the sudden twitch in my heart strings.

The twinge of twisted up emotions residing in each solid beat in my chest,

Denying every ******* letter in that one sentence.

I can't, I won't,
I refuse to feel that way. . .

I don't know how to stop loving humanity.
Humans always have a purpose.
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