I am not what they think I am
I am much more
I am a soul
I have a heart
I feel pain
I have desires
I am not just what they think I am
I am much more
I am someone, in Love
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I am not what they think I am
Day: September 24, 2016
My Life isn’t Perfect
walking through the deserts – I burnt my skin
crossed the forests for miles – I climbed up the tallest of trees
there were oceans on my way
I crossed them swimming with the whales
from the top of the hills – I jumped many times
many years I have spent – I have come far enough
my life hasn’t been perfect – I must accept
still it keeps me going – it never stops
and that’s one thing – I love about my life
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LOVE is ME
LOVE is the CURE for ALL
LOVE is the EMBRACE we CRAVE
LOVE is the RITUAL must we FOLLOW
LOVE is the HUNGER deep within US
LOVE is the COLOR must we BATHE in
LOVE is the SUGAR sweetest of ALL
LOVE is the BITE must we SWALLOW
LOVE is the DIVINE pulling us from SINS
LOVE is the UNIVERSE we are a PART of
LOVE is the ULTIMATE
LOVE is ME
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The Garland of Diamonds
stars wore a garland of diamonds
holding the beads they danced in the sky
were they happy or they were crying
I couldn’t decide as they shed snow flakes
a union of sparkle and of those white tears
images were formed as my eyes could witness
one after the other they changed in the sky
a mother singing a lullaby to her new born
sisters playing and laughing together
a son burying the coffin of his father
two lovers looking into each other’s eyes
such a sight I may never see again
all emotions being played one after the other
all that I could strongly feel in that moment
I lived a full life that night
just by looking into the sky
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Good or the Deadly
Driven by our will
blessed with the power of the brain
each one of us is a warrior
fighting our own way
only one thing needs to be realized
if we are giving ourselves
for the GOOD or the DEADLY
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A Living Hell
politics driven in the name of religion
countries being broken
the world divided into bits & pieces
communities pushed to demand autonomy greater
leaving the humanity wounded, bleeding to death
a few kings ruling the rest of the millions
gripping the power, never let it to leave their hands
feeding youth to walk against their own will
pushing them to shed blood, feasting on it
a dirty, rotten game of the thrones
played in the dark by the darkest of the minds
building up a hell on this very earth
rather, making the earth itself
a living Hell
my Poems
they are my addiction
my fascination, my imagination
they are my confessions
my praise, my pride
they are my love
my hatred, my genuineness
they are my work
my leisure, my pleasure
they are my rage
my anger, my revolt
they are my fear
my trembling, my panic
they are my desire
my passion, my beauty
my poems
they make me live
they make me die too
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when I turn fifty
when I turn fifty
I wonder sometimes
how would I see the world
with the same eyes of mine
my bones would be fragile
wrinkles would emerge on my skin
would I need a few pills to sleep
would I still relish delicious cuisines
then I tell myself
when I turn fifty
I would rather travel the world
I would taste the best wine around
I would laugh to make people laugh
I would spread love and positivity
no, I wouldn’t be fragile or weak
my heart would still be young
when I turn fifty
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will you take me the way I am
I am not perfect
but then no one is
with my own flaws
many of them
still I carry something
that’s beautiful
it is my love for you
that’s true forever
growing with each passing moment
so tell me my love
will you excuse my flaws
for my love too deep for you
will you take me the way I am
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One More Time
wrinkled bed sheet
red lipstick on the pillow
hair undone
clothes on the floor
shoes lying unpaired
two glasses of wine
one empty
another containing a few more sips
casually lying omega on the side table
music system stuck with a track
naked bodies curled together
eyes a little puffy for lack of sleep
lips smiling kissing each other
welcoming love
with a beautiful morning
to repeat last night’s experience
readying to make love
one more time
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my falling Tears
wish, I could hide my face in your arms
wish, you held me close against your chest
wish, your broad shoulders could give me some rest
wis,h your lips had kissed my forehead
wish, your fingers had caressed my hair
wish, your gentle touch had made me feel safe
wish.. I really wish
you cared a little
of my falling tears
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Frozen Tears
