Purple

I’ve turned into a puddle,
Melted by the warmth of your smile.
It’s the way you look at me,
The way you’ve wrapped yourself around my soul.

I’ve cried oceans thinking of you.
And when I do,
All I feel are these warm, fuzzy feelings
Tumbling in my chest,
Making me lighter, making me happy.

I hold you in the highest place in my mind.
You’ve stolen my heart.
When I’m with you, butterflies stir—
Fluttering, restless, begging to be free.
And when I gaze into your beautiful eyes,
I see a window into your soul,
A glimpse of my greatest dream.

Loving you feels like a gentle, flowing stream,
Soft, constant, and magical.
The places I want to take you, Emy,
Are indescribable—
Worlds born of pure imagination,
Places only we can dream of.

You are sweet,
Caring,
Beautiful in every way.
I want you to know—
I’m here to stay.
Forever, you’ll hold my heart in your hands,
And what you do with it is yours to decide.

When I’m gone, know this:
If they take my heart from me,
It will still belong to you.

You’re everywhere, Emy—
In my heart, my lungs,
My soul, my bones.
You are the essence of me.
And though we’re both made of carbon,
You’re something rarer—
A diamond.

A diamond brighter than any other.
One that no riches could ever claim.
A diamond that makes me cry,
That fills me with joy,
That leaves me in awe.

You are one of a kind, Emy.
Wear it proudly.
There may be other Emas,
But there is only one Emy—
Only one whose beauty the world must know.

Eres mis sueños más bellos,
Porque los momentos que paso contigo
Viven en mi mente, repitiéndose sin fin.
Eres hermosa, la hermosa,
La única en este mundo.

Ay, Emy, ¿qué vamos a hacer?
Si quieres, te llevo a las estrellas,
Y allí bailaremos todas las noches,
Solo tú y yo.

Oh, Emy.
Oh, Emy.

Te veo,
En mis sueños.

love-energy swinging toward bitter blows:
a father’s pride becomes a son’s,
he becoming bitter becoming hatred
in the midst of love abused,
a civil fight for freedom failing in the eyes of youth:
these minds of ours turn wildly—
change to the beat of unknown drums
and death knocks us up
pregnant with a new generation of hate,
of goals to love: the obliteration of hate’s mother,
but question on, worship your mind,
build a shrine of doubt and find
darkness emerging as a deeper shade of black
knowledge? knowledge?
myths laid upon us through the perspectival dimming of language
no one’s fault? societal pressures
no cause for blame? survival instincts
no source of evil? history has a gun to their head. . . .
no use for these words? meaningless.
dialogue, yes, for the birds,
the carrion of hope
once the breeding stops
and lets the precious journey start:
down the cesspool of quasi-oblivion,
where we’re all a minority of one,
grasping for meaning in an abyssm of phantasmal foundations.
words, words, the excuse of words;
when father’s left no ground to walk on,
the son sits there digging
ditches for the death of systems
holes in the fabric mother wore,
tears in the existence we thought we knew.

what is this about? question marks
swerving away from sour truth
bleeds the nonsense through the flesh of what we love
and dying, dying, hate becomes a source of love,
guilt projects a softened heart
kneeling down now
outside, but wanting in.
affirmed, dejected.

[OR
are they swerving away from faith
simply a defense against the actions to take
ontic procratstinator! hear me now!
safety is the goal behind every measure
seek danger and you run the dangers of comfort,
seek comfort, and delusion becomes your handmaid.]

for knowledge of past dogma is dogma too
and the heart pumps it anyway;
for existence is. O heart, your sutra
flows nimbly on into eternity,
but you take this life and live it now,
the rhythm born of a mystery,
sacred to the foolish,
sarkin to the wise—
and the dancing wise man
birthing a new enigma
travels on into the depths of the ordinary
with a smile and a bow,
a hop-skip like Nietzschean
melodrama.

I can write it once for fun,
twice for accuracy,
thrice for fame and ten more for shame.
Do you want to know what it’s about
or do you want to figure it out?
the game of pride makes fresh
the fish of mental seas;
but truth is less cozy;
dagger in your existential eye.

no conclusions to be embraced without the whim of faith?
no art show game gripe to win but for the game of taste?

this bout goes on, this Bout goes on! oh how I wish my mind was lacking!
but no! the sacrifice, but the sacrifice,
pigs of Aristotle knew no quarrell,
no such quarrell.

when does such a poem become a forced effort?  when will I stop questioning myself?
where is this urge to destroy originate?
what ******* language am I speaking in when I think?
what and why,
who the but questions, questions
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'They used us!' Ivan railed.
Eli barely glanced at him.
'You got paid, didn't you?'
Is it always about money?
Yeh, whether we like it or
not. so like it. Asia, Australia,
Guam, Saudi Arabia, including
Saudi Arabia, United Kingdom,
Europe, Russia, Scotland,
Avram, United States, Canada,
Saudi Arabia, Australia,
Saudi Arabia, United Kingdom,
Australia, United States.
'They arrested your President,' said
the poet at last. Now, Eli looked
right at him. He's not my president.
Women lamb city of dead mother              'I'll have a drink, he added.
red light musical eyes girl good nights       '**** right you will," Eli said.
Australian death death green African
American youth in Asia's first trio
beautiful image of water,
Italy, Canada and a harlot;
John's black skin and English
hair; Europe, Europe of Europe
and had a good time in the life
of children's white children's stars
instead of blood
South of light star color; Jorge Greece's
son of son of son of the exact date on Po
cold day yellow feet long dress hot dog al
head of gold a homework from the beauty
of a single example of a woman,
a Yorkish woman facing the French food
Who school steals the minerals Rock
poet-police; July finds the heart of the glory
of heaven and earth has trouble with
all the bad money identified with the Roman;
Acid Life of the Latin Sea to the Thomas
Blue semi-naked Christian future minutes
in the morning on the ship, the old life in Kenya,
a woman holding a shadow with northern
yard donkey, flowers, art and painting a real iconic image
of the so limit
of gold goes Saint Jesus of his own story
google google logo top robber dog die daily
sales slogan hell new radio and radio-head
son of a female hand SAD daughter real t
cheating song of the American Frontier. Igor uu
called s hot dancer's fingers a Hebrew dream
dream robot dreams of balloons on Christmas
in the Natural Park of the lyrics of the sky the
color of a mirror Of course many Stella
William Center New Asia Chinese
German Football fun way to master
boys second street Italian real
voice voice rocks WiLD Spain to play the speakers recently
wrote the author's song; soon the Mountains
waiting for European
computer security Science Christian Science
knowledge is difficult to walk the last of vitamin cooling,
food to reduce England to hear crazy brain reason
for better use God, the gate of China-El ruled the earth
Unknown sweet pain, Bob and the announcement
of the tobacco family, poor poets' star Satan
cares for the dream field's ***** museum;
Einstein's Blind Cat, snow and dark
hearings in front of the table, the mother of modern
warm feelings, memory;
operating system already walking a public prophet's
healthy prophesy of a fish ****** at dawn
asking about angel physics and games
full of society's rules; St. France Rosa
Maria catches the new stain glass and
asked to eat a photo of the army; Photo
taken on a gay beach semi-sand list Barbie "Barbie"
hybrid kiss kiss Gypsy house wall Ireland car special
and clear the bed; bed, cat to keep Georgia's
silver waves Voice k indifferent group of deaf;
No ten hours of sleep, writing, walking and
plastic angel; the angel Paul Changing the footage
of EMY magic bed empty of the soul of Revolution,
sniffing and struggling for a hidden gem General
Solomon game drinking invisible invisible
rain cat cat cat mother cat reading external
alcohol, and Alcohol mounted
the light ,something appreciating
write; write Bettie perfect teeth
and perfect skin buried in earth motion
in the form of fat in a run and peaking
***** woman holding a purpose to **** Tito,
however, they begin to bear Birt Lifishoch'si
Desert Photo Photo Floor to **** a cool,
dark part of the Wet Gun,
make sure the Witch Bent
Indirectly Any Con Africa
or Pinda Hole Desperation
Ugly in All Languages ​​
no Bar to Ivan, a bar and a simple
point dot wedges
for an opener, the girl said
in the ghost meat import room
for him to take her body,
box, boy, Mexican meat,
house, night, drawing, fall's fake short hair,
ladies hair, city fire'[s flame of killers,
food, minutes, sixty, , Russia, Spain,
Canada, Europe, Russia, Spain and Rome,
Italy. Saudi Arabia, Saudi Arabia,
United States, United Kingdom (7), Canada,
Russia, Saudi Arabia, Saudi Arabia, Saudi Arabia,
South America, we have the United States,
Russia, Italy, Canada, Russia, Italy
and Saudi Arabia, United States, Canada,
United Kingdom, United Kingdom,
United Kingdom, Scandinavia, New York,
Australia, Da Nang; Saudi Arabia Saudi
Arabia Saudi Arabia Saudi
Arabia Arabia Saudi Arabia

(A) bit of words I live by.

(B) aware of what you (C)
Nowadays you're so close to meeting a trage(D)

Don't waste too much of your good energy. And don't let that gauge get to (E)
Give more (F)fort to those you love. But don't
go around donating what's in your (G)eans.

Wisdom isn't determined by your (H)
(I) learnt that recently.

Many will self title you from the front like a (J)-card. But it's o(K).
We look at them like, "oh wel(L)"

(M)any  are slave to their mistakes,
meaning we're our own worst (N)emy.

(O)ways know where you came from,
before you head out into the world. Everyone has their o(P)inions. Not every one will be for you, still at least say thank (Q)

(R) we not people of great value? Ye(S)
We seem to have come from nothing, but given time we're all some(T)in.

(U) know who you are. (V)ision yourself a better person by each day. Don't live with  (W) standards.

(X)periences, make us who we are.  (Y) worry about the past, when you have the present.

Life will always be hard, but the rewards are more fulfilling, compared to life being e (Z)

EMY ESSIET

Between options
you opt for the devil
for you undermine his credible abilities for wreck

Between options
you dive for the red sea
forgetting its blind shot of tides
Between options
if only you knew how to sail
or play the devil to his game
there will be no options