Two poems

WET Wet, barely. opening to receive each thrust as a prayer plunging straight to the heart of God; and fast of pleasure: pain draws God nearer. Dry, this cycle around i carry God’s whispers and keep it Under wraps. Moist, i call out to God living within: are you tired already? It’s not yet time…

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Tales, with a new twist at the ending

There are tales I would love to tell, Heights from which I would love to scream from; Each day, the sun rises from behind the hill I long to climb, whose top towers far above The valley in which I crawl, with a bed of moss For comfort at night. Every evening I watch the…

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Amorphous

Love broke you With a smile It crushed you With a pout It ground you Into dust With a kiss It blew you Scattered your Elements everywhere Made you Amorphous.

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Ocean blues

There is something enchanting about the ocean: its voice – in the briny air that caresses your face – whispers to you, calls you, lulls you. You are a child of water, and here, looking at the wide expanse of blue-green, you know you have found home. You rise with the waves, ride the high,…

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There is something sweet about you: In the quiet cadence of your voice Your gentleness and nobility of heart. Your words are delivered with the precision Of a skilled marksman, Powerful – not in the effort with which They are hurled, but in hitting the nerves In the eye, plucking heart strings and causing a…

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