Love is

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Loneliness, love, poem, poetry, realization, thought of the day

Love knows no common sense;
Love is the absence of judgment;
It comes at a great expense;
And goes without a reimbursement;

Love is blind and knows no beauty
An unconditional giving that defies all laws;
Love is neither a quest nor a mandated duty;
Love is unfit for those who expect applause;

A strength that moves the greatest boulders;
A sober tongue, a heart that hears and feels;
A kind forgiving eye of a beholder;
A unity unafraid of what fate might reels;
It is’ living’, living rich in dreams and hope;
Shame my realization only came at the end of my rope.
©FAT 2016

Possession

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abuse, addiction, depression, despair, Loneliness, love, poem, poetry, thought of the day

The enemy you see in me;
Will never falter or surrender;
And unless you set me free;
For a life time I’ll linger;

I will plot I will conspire;
Until I take it all;
I’ll live with only one desire;
To take back my soul;

I allowed you to be my reality;
I became the voice of doubt;
Now I am on the edge of insanity;
Broken and trapped without;

My plot began;
And soon you shall resign;
Enjoy it while you can;
Enjoy this vessel of mine;

Poison me with fear, drugs or liquor;
Do as you wish and will;
Lay cuts on my arms or do whatever;
You will never break my will;

Cast my beloveds afar;
Scar my face with tears;
Those who’ll know who you are;
Will help me conquer my fears;

With time I’ll emerge victorious;
With time this vessel will heal;
And on a day so divine and glorious;
My heart will start to feel;

And if death one day call;
Before I reinstate my soul;
In laughter I will turn and roll;
And I’ll smile as I watch you fall;

Poison me with fear, drugs or liquor;
Do as you wish and will;
Lay cuts on my arms or do whatever;
You will never break my will.
©FAT 2016

Parallel Paths

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despair, Freedom, Loneliness, love, poem, poetry, society, thought of the day

 

Thrown on parallel paths;
Two Willing hearts, yet unable feet;
Chances are as thin as laths;
That those steps would one day meet;
Exchanging looks and sighs;
Day dreaming and longing;
Dwelling in excuses and lies;
In fear of society wronging;
Under their sun;
They are just taboo;
They can never be one;
Even if they wanted too;
Life spent, wondering if they could be real;
The rest of time will pass hoping time will heal.
©FAT 2016