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trees are green?Our flesh, the tattered remnants seen?For birds to gorge on bounteous feast?On the bodies of our beloved deceased.?To hold in heart and mind the words?The gown-clad let it not be heard.?The truth falls short in their evil lies?While the rotting are engulfed by flies.
They never turn towards the sun?For the darkness stops the pustule run?The dead meat, all vanish in the heat?The carcass redeemed, in full, as they eat.?In tangled guts they squirm and wind?And dine on the tasty cankers that they find.
"SPRING DISRESPECT"
Spring time!?The time to find?One who will understand,?Who will love?In giving and in taking.
Of that, I find none.?There's not one that cares.?Alas, and of deepest sadness.
There is one.?But her eyes see only?The other one by her side.?He knows how, he is quick.
Blessed are the slow at heart?For they shall receive love?But for lack of fortune,?Too late!
No little games are played?Pettiness is futile?With me, anyway.
And perhaps as I walk?In the shadow of another?I shall fear no rejection?For it has happened too often.
Daily, I see her face?Glowing with inner life?Yet mine is never seen.
Misinterpreted thoughts?Concerning my being,?Interfere with who I really am.?But, so what!?You may not even care!
My heart pumps blood?Like any other man's.?My arms can hold,?Though they may not be as strong!?But this is never considered.
Not one excepts the love?That I freely give,?The feelings within my soul.
I am a man.?Yet I feel not like a being.?I am a man.?Yet I feel not alive.?I am a man.?Yet I feel not so.
Patience is not a virtue?When man knows that he loves,?When he has love to give.
Though very small,?She is still a woman.?Her calming smile sedates,?Her flashing eyes tantalize,?Her lips invite the loneliness.
No smile for me.?The wet soil covers me.?No hand stretched out for mine,?As I fall into the darkness, alone.
Oh, dispassionate Hate, tell me!?What is the truth of love??Why must there be pain??What I know that I?Shall never feel that gift?Of the soft arms around me?Of the gentle caressing hands,?Of the timid and beloving voice.
What is left, my friend??Is a rope for me??To leave as a criminal,?Yet committing no crime??What is there left?
Yet, I hang on,?To invisible bars between us,?Separating us unknowingly.
Feel not sorry for those?The men and women, in love.?They cannot reason with logic.?They only know that emotion,?That is right within their hearts.
And so many men have lost.?Many, that which was never theirs'.?And allowing to escape?That, which may have been.?Then laying blame, on those around them,?For their own misgivings.
And in my heart, also,?I feel the pains of love?Violently gnawing within me.?Like knives cutting into my spirit?In every which way it finds,?And bleeding black, lifeless liquid?Into my veins and brain,?Until all I can see?Is the frightening darkness?And her from emerging from it all,?As Venus emerged from the brine.
The heart remains pained?And a scar remains forever,?Even if mended by another love.
Her eyes and smile all a-shine?Illuminating the world?But darkening mine, ever-so-more.?For she allows me not?Into the realms of her heart,?To share our two kingdoms?And merge into one power.
With an icy tease?She passes her gloved hand over mine?I feel not her warmth?And she feels not my warmth.
She cares not to see,?The clown, crying within me?For the painted exterior is smile,?The actions look merry.
The roots in my earth?Die in the flood of loss.?My mind loses consciousness?From the heat of a love drought.?The struggle within me burns?As the dawning sun burns the sky.?The wisdom within my soul?Lets me feel, how she feels.?And my friend, within, consoles me.?"You shall be, because you are,?And like the eagle, you shall soar,?And you shall become master?Of your day!"
"REALMS"
Guide me!?Let your sweetened smile?Take my heart's hands?And lead me through the hallways?Existing in the realms of your being.
Receive me!?Let your loving tears?Wash my spirit's being,?And douse the burning flames within?Engulfing the structured realms of my being.
Believe me!?Let not your fears?Keep us withdrawn so long.?And help me find the source?That will see our realms unite.
Accept me!?See that I Am,?Living, breathing, searching for you.?Hoping to spark that Love?That I know is within your heart.
Join me!?To build that world?From the remains of compassion?For this realm cannot build itself?Since it waits for us to begin.
"PARDON THE PROPHETS"
Hold on to yourself, at heart?For some will try to stop you.?You can't give up,?For, all the stars shine for you,?To reach and attain for you,?And to share with loved-ones?Close to your heart and soul.
Forgive those who do not help you?For their life of ease and pleasure?Will forever destroy their chance?And then they'll see it's too late?And they can never apologise.
Help those that are meek around you,?They can become great, too.?And through them is your greatness?Through them is your love?Through them is the strength of ages?As was promised by all the prophets.
Be content little friendsAdults?with infant-minds, hiding,?And in their paranoid fits?They fail to see that which is good?And thus remain in their shell,?The empty, windowless room, with no door?Where they can never escape?And where no one