It’s not the years
It’s not the times
It’s not the distance
Your face
Your touch
Your smile
Lasts for just a little while
It’s not the tug of my heart
It’s not the drops of my tears
It’ not the sound of my sighs
For
Who understands?
Who appreciates?
Who could care?
I just miss her being here
Listen young lovers
Listen to what I say
First love never goes away
The essence
The look
The kiss
The smile
May only last for a little while
Hold on to what you started
Never to leave broken hearted
A word to the wise
A second love
Is nothing but a compromise?
10. Now I understand why she was right and I was wrong.How do you let go?
How do you remember to forget?
How do you reminisce and not know?
How do you restrain your feelings?
How do you inhibit your emotions?
How do you suppress what’s appealing?
How do you curb your devotion?
How do you continue to hold it all together?
How do you persist in your mime?
How do you endure when things don’t get better?
“How do you hold on to her and let her go at the same time?”
The most important decisions in life
Are sometimes the hardest to make
You choose
You loose
You make
You break
But that’s the chance you take
Love’s decisions last for only a day
But the hurt never goes away
You sleep on it
You dine with it
You challenge it
You romance it
But you never get over it
What is there to say?
Sometimes what’s important
Never gets said
Sometimes the things that matter
Are difficult to express
You bind them
You struggle over them
You languish over them
You lament over them
Soon only to find them
Slipping away
With love there’s no exception
Pursue
Dismiss rejection
Words never spoken are words never heard
Let loose the feelings
Take a step above
For the heart can’t survive
A one-sided love
The ear touches the heart
The heart inspires the mind
Often you find
The ear can’t define
The eye becomes blind
Truth like water
Cascades gently down
Flows like a river
Awakening the ground
The ear can’t hear
What the truth has said
There’s no lull to the truth
The ear is dull?
The ear is dead?
Flavors of dull that infect the ear
Indifference
Detachment
Unconcerned
Incoherent
Muffles what you hear
The drip drip drip of the truth
The drop drop drop of the clog
The beat beat beat of the heart
The mute mute mute of the mind
Truth like water flows
To all it has chose
Its message is clear
Open your ear
If you choose to hear
For hard truth sets you free from
Ignorance and deception
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“Better to get hurt by the truth
Than comforted with a lie”
Khaled Hosseini
How many takes
To correct a mistake
How many tries
To dry your eyes
How many times
To make a poem rhyme
How many forgets
To dispel regrets
How many lessons learned
To begin to discern
How many lies
Before you open your eyes
Where the spirit leads
The body follows
The choices that are made
Are sometimes hard to swallow
When the spirit grieves
The body becomes hollow
Some may influence
The way you are
But to contemplate
May cause you to
Duplicate
To play the
counterpart
To steal an
Identity
To photocopy an
Image
Or to compare yourself
To yourself
And examine your own
Behavior
Who are you?
Don’t you know that
It’s who or what you turn to
That defines who you are
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“Don’t you realize that
Whatever you choose to obey
Becomes your master?”
Rms(6:16)
Why do you pursue what’s not right
For you?
Why is your heart defiant?
You substitute weak for meek
You remain silent
You let others speak
Why can’t you stand tall?
Why do you fall?
Under the spell
Of
smells
And
Bells
Under the trance
of
whistles
And
Chants
Why do you chase after the incense?
Why do you allow your senses to numb?
Why do you allow someone else’s conscience
To judge your freedom?
As sweet fruit is to the tongue
Is the kiss on the lips
As perfume arouses the nose
Is the fragrance of the rose
As gentle to the ear
Is the knocking heart you hear
As the thrill of the touch
Is the embrace so much
As love enters the eye
Is the birth of a sigh
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A Drinking Song
“Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye:
That’s all we know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh”
W.B. Yeats