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PNasarudheen Dec 2011
Love thou mind love and love
For,love is the binding Will of God.
Dip thy nib in live and gently draw
Draw sweet,sweet scenes around.

Honour blush as Ego's Pride
Upon thy cheeks flash rosy.
Body ******,hinges shake,Oh! Lord!
As emotional volcanoes erupt lava of anger.

Creator interlace creatues to depend
Hence,repent on,own-made calamities.
Love! give and take  as much as you need-
Only that much you need not be greedy.

Lust is  rust of love a desert fruit.
Being deserted,I once ran and ran
Searching mirage of human- love
With Tsunamis in eyes 'nd feeble feet.

Love is not selfish lust:
It is candle light for service.
Light:brightening darkened corners
Shows  us: all are creatures equal.

As we do violate the Nature's Laws
Laws of Nature will violate ours.
Walls will be demolished,Hills and valleys
Ploughed with thunder and quakes.

Love,thou, mind! love and  love
For, Love is  the binding Will of God.
Kirsten Autra Jan 2010
it's the night of fireflies
where emotions seem to flicker just like their light

faint is my breathing
and there is a lack of inspiration

guilt runs through my bloodstream
it has once said to be spoiled

and i long to live in a dream

a nasty infection;
words are stolen by the television
and the anger inside my heart seems to be in remission

for now

lets pretend it never happened
for it was far to embarassing to remember
so lets watch movies on why things are the way they are
reading has become a thing of the past
so lets add another chapter
just because

ask me questions, i don't mind
we can do it to **** the time
the time we have created
just to measure the way the world spins
just to feel in control

maybe i can see all the colors
and am searching for something
i've found years ago


actually no, i've lied
i'm not satisfied

so lets help the wounded,
let us help the blind;

tell the stories of magnificant creatues
that fly in the night==
magically they glow
choosing when they want to show the world
what it is they were destined to do

lets own our history
and erase what was here before.

no one seems to see past my fingertips.

flood warnings
aren't as easily avoided
as i'd like for them to be
Jennifer Tripp Jul 2010
you are the sand, the shore,
stretched thin across my coast.
the crowds gather to your voice,
and favorite desert creatues
bow down to worship their king.

i swim in the never ending sea
fins crystalized - green seaweed.
i look up through deep azul,
and watch my waves brushing you.
are you aware of how much i long to be
part of your world?

pretty queens and flowers gather to you
and step out onto your golden sand.
they flaunt jewels and candy covered lies.
when all they see is rich land,  
my island eyes stare from miles away,
i know the difference in the man.

if i washed up on your city limits,
my ocean foam would call me home.
but i would stay on the sand,
if it meant that you weren't alone.
it'll take a lifetime, but i have to say
you are the one.
endless drops of time
clink
into other people's glassy mason jars
but did this predicament
help you give a little more love to yourself?

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