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“To explain the concept as the ‘Big Bang’ might be the same as to wonder how something comes from nowhere. To this extent, one should then go to explain how love works. If God is love, then He holds not a creator of His own. If something can arrive from nowhere, being of love, being…
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I thinkWhat you mean to me,And the waters run.Bleed alwaysMy heart, wide open,As the embrace of both armsTo call you in. Leave these petals,Dearest blessedWoman of my next tomorrow.I shall kissThe sweetness of your red,Beautiful cheeks,While you sigh out infinity. Welcome me,As I welcome youIn arms, that never hangWith the strings of heartsThat fall apart,In…
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Love can open wings,Not the jar of jealousy.The remaining steps,Too broken to followOn seasonal endings,Where comes the painOf imagining. We bleedThough, we do not die,When all is said,Though, we do not cry.A face is all it takesTo mimic the sideThat said,“I, too, wish to hide.” Layered by brokenness,A fever comes to welcome us,A sadness comes…
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My eyes closeTo reopenUpon an aching realm,Where hands shatter before they are claspedIn the deepest prayer between others. Thoughts may overlap,Though nothing collectsWith the beauties that make us poignant,Make us sureFor the stars that ascend, in the dark. We believe,Though we keep to beThe recollections as weapons,The miniscule tidesUpon the driven shores,As pettiness swallowsThe poison…
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WhoUpon the rocking cradleComprehends why the infant weeps,Why the same puling thingNow distantly sleeps? TirednessMakes the same resultOf the man who swims in his yearning,To the woman who swims in her past,Bleeding dryThe notes of the heartUpon the curtains before one’s brokenness. We needAs much as we pleadFor the friendTo wake us,And tell usTo sleep,…
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Block your road,Endless journey to the beginningOf pieces placed,As life remakesSteps to followOn the hollow road,Dreaming of sceneries collected,Drinking sorrow resurrected. The snowAtop your eyes,Has landed, by this eveningWhere your dreamsAre a contemplative memory.Walk about,Look beautiful,And do not for a momentStop to breathe. Collect your heart,Broken of fragments, at your feet,Run along with the birds,Sing…
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WaterYour weary hour,Or come to fillThis heart with the yearningThat journeys again to your arms,Filling NeptuneWith fields of living Heaven,Swollen of light,Counterfeit of the dark. I knewTo God, whose tears were diamonds,That your fall would notPull you freeFrom safezones, the solaceWithin the whimpering silence,As you dream of discovering contemplationIn the endeavors of designation. As blood…
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Believe inWhat more could come for usIn beauty’s retreatBack to ecstasy,The loss to returnUpon the sweetest embraceTo ever encaseThe song from your smile. I do not want loveTo be bandaged, this wayWith the familiar murky watersWhere we stepped our feetTo be sunken through.How does the painHold you throughAnother night, without me? Great changeRides the soft…
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A sadnessDivides you,As you permeateWith eyes set upon the moonAs the sun before the settlingOf another drowned day. Gift yourselfEach kind, loose hourWith remedies, you do not passFrom hands, that would rather liftAttire, to show the scarsYou keep from the blooming sun. A faceThat blocks more lightThan ever did the moonWhen drenched in its own…
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Flower vines,Twisted hopeComes undoneTo reveal, the thought of youBeneath the earth,Among all its buried wishes. Send yourselfUpon wings, long with the meadowsTo attract you to Heaven.Hold what little of meRemains to be believed,Sideways, against God. He makes you His,The Holiest triumphFor the somber reward,With little kissesTo match the unheardWeeping from my fragile mind. Candlelight,Simple plightDown…
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You areEvery moment mattering,Against the distant chimes,The bellsFor the sake of timeThat quits to a departureOf life against its toll,The knell. Can life pour inAs the light, so sacredThat the cold might meltWhile the windCarries me, with you in these armsThat have discarded piloted dreamsThrough the echoing dark? A chamber in these oceans,A round in…
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Red with the paint,Death upon a canvasMocking the life to whichWe hold, with finalityTo every sworn vow. Can we escape,Can we runWhile holding the otherIn manacled arms? Kisses sweet, as the rain,Not as the stainsRunning from your lonesome gaze,Tired with the feeblenessYou attract to every stepDeath will take. Hold your ghost,Not your light,To make of…
Modern Romanticism 