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People say I love to suffer, And…I suffer from Love, but is it greater to suffer from lost love or lack there of….and if love is lost, was it ever love, and is love lost? or is love just found? or profound? does it let you fly? or keep you on the ground? is it a silent sound that can be heard all around? or does it… fall on the deaf ears of those who fear to fully let go?

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glowing embers

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Beloved
give me a sip
of your flaming wine
consume me in your Love
intoxicated in you
I have come alive

with every bead
kohl stains, tears stream
from these tiny eyes
dreaming to behold
your beautiful face
they long to see your Light

my heart has grown weary
of looking for love
bleeding, it crumbles
revealing the subtle Truth
that quietly rests inside

Beloved
give me another sip
of your flaming wine
show me the way
to the tavern
or let me be annihilated
here, on your sacred shrine

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nights
fermented in tears
slowly made my soul fertile

now I run wild
through blossoming fields
alive in eternal spring

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delve no further
plant a kiss
where it hurts

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deeper tranquil

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feel life pulsating
through your veins
feel it from the inside
in your fingertips, in your toes
let your skin breath
let the sun warm your soul

walking the long road
you tumbled over and fell
tired, and weary at times
you sought answers
no one could ever tell

but look where you are
look how far you have come
your eyes, your skin, your face
they all have countless stories to tell
of wars you fought
with people
with your self

faces, forms
they all will fade away
for they were never there to stay
gaze inwards
where the answers lie
live deeper in love
beyond the perception
of your eyes

in your unrestrained soul
are the moments of sheer enormity
of a value beyond words
take a dip in that ocean
there’s nothing, no nothing of the world
that could quench that thirst

even in moments of despair
there is a deeper tranquil
find a way to it
and it will stay
feel your precious life
pulsating through the veins
I’ll say these words
before my speech
in silence
is lost again

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incessant rain

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absorbed
in the symphony
of raindrops,
our shadows lend expression
to undiluted colors
of madness
of dreams
as you become my muse
inspiring me,
loving me

you come closer
draw me near
a meeting
upon the altar
of our shrine

a sweet torture
as amorous stars
fall from your gaze
into this silent reverie
fading us away

boundaries dissolve
words melt away
in this duet
between the shores
of delight and pain
submerged,
we loose ourselves
in the spell
that remains

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inspired by music – Night of Rain by Craig Pitcher

muted thoughts

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the madness we caress
purity in your tears
treasure in these ruins,
and the futility of those fears
is it worth it, is it worth the pain?

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enough of pain
darkness and blurred sight
come close, heed to my plight
I have burnt the blame
in a holy flame
lead me from the ashes
show me your light

h

homeward bound

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the pain of longing
ferments me slowly
but what use
is this sweetness
when all I have desired
is you
take me with the flow
dissolve me in you
till no more of me remains
only you, only you!

untouched melody

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there is pain
that lies hidden away
the pain whose source is unknown,
where it originates, why it is there
an almost unbearable heaviness
as if a huge tragedy transpired before
perhaps in some other lifetime
as if memory of the experience
has faded away
but the agony, the pathos still remain
a sorrow I can drown myself in
a loss, a separation, a heartache
that consumes me at times
and stirs up the unknown,
the unanswered questions,
the endless pain
that flows so smoothly
when little things, their deeper perception
spoken words, their hidden silences
a knowing touches me so
it is often then
that a liberating realization,
a strange yet familiar feeling
breaks open the shell
that encloses my understanding
of the world around me
of the depths of my own soul

silver serendipity

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the moon chases the clouds playing peek-a-boo
truth dissolves in pain
a new trail emerges from nowhere