Her love is bigger than all the jewels adorning the queen
She loves me more than a star loves to gleam
Her love is larger than all the love that I have ever seen
She loves me more than a poet loves to dream
Her love is greater than heaven and hell and everything in between
She loves me as much as I love her it seems
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Hold my hand as you sleep
Let me feel your touch
Let your breath linger on my skin
Dream! Dream your worries away
Through your touch I
Will step inside your head
Tread softly on the soft clouds
Trespass into your dreams
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In that mouth no flowers grow
But furious, raging flames
Dust she was a long time ago
Dust she now became
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Love me
Love me like the lightning loves the thunder
Like the mind loves the wonder
Love me, love me so
Like the snow loves the mountains
Like the naughty water loves the fountains
Love me, won’t you love me so?
Love me like there’s no tomorrow
Like the winter loves the sorrow
Love me, love me now
Like a child’s love for chocolate
Unconditional and affectionate
Love me darling, love me
Like the victor loves the gloating
Like the tummy loves the bloating
Love me, love me, love me
Love me like a miser loves his money
Like the bees love their honey
Love me, sting me
Like a lion loves the roaring
Like the clouds love the pouring
Love me, love me more
Like the hearts that love the beating
Like a house loves the heating
Love me, love me always
Like the way I want you badly
Like the way I love you madly
Love me, love me
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I’ll shut all the windows, bolt all the doors
Seal all the holes in the roof and the floors
In my arms you for ever I’ll enclose
But I won’t let that fiendish Death come close
I’ll shut down all the lights and silence there will be
So it never detects your presence here with me
I’ll stay up all night if such a need arose
But I won’t let that devilish Death come close
Whether it be day or night or the blazing noon
Whether it be May or March or the balmy June
Whether in the guise of Hel or Kali or in the form of Thanatos
I won’t let that infernal Death come close
I’ll protect you from all harm, risk and injury
Keep you safe from its sniff and artillery
As long as life runs from my head to my toes
I won’t let that menacing Death come close
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Across the street is a factory
Where no sunlight ever falls
No lights they need to work
There’s darkness throughout
Inside the factory I am told
Nobody has dared to step
Those who did never returned
The secret’s kept intact
Despite the clear red flags I
See people every day
Try to figure out the mystery
That lies behind its door
Nights I spend wondering
What could possibly be inside
Days I spend controlling
The urge to knock at the door
Yet today I could hold it no more
The mystery has got to my head
My heart, my brain, my legs
All led me to that doorstep
I flashed my torch around
The place was filled with bottles
There must be thousands of them
Or maybe millions; I am not sure
On a long conveyor belt
The labelled bottles stood open
Sluggardly tiny black drops
Pour forth from a machine above
What were these drops made of?
The liquid was as dark as coal
It had a sickening putrid smell
I chose not to taste it
I felt a hand upon my shoulder
I’ve been expecting you — she said
She led me by the hand
To a far end of the factory
Here all the bottles were filled and closed
She pointed to one of them
And asked me to read the label
I did; it had my name on it
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The weather forecast for tomorrow
Predicts a spell of heavy rain
Red clouds will line up in the sky
Pour forth a heavy dose of pain
Roses will drop in every street
Gardens will wear a glorious crown
But let every man be warned to
Not go roaming ’round in town
For every dainty flower falling
Will be equipped with a thorn
That will bleed you to your death
Before the rise of the next day morn’
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The world is getting hotter and
The sun burns with a rage
My dad claims it’s a punishment
To live in this day and age
I suffer my ancestors’ past
Who left this world a mess
Waved red flags but reveled
Momentarily nevertheless
They wore face-masks I am told
For a brief period or so
Found it highly inconvenient
To inhale or to blow
I wonder how those folks would have
Survived in this atrocity
When we dare not step outside
Without a full-body PPE
Well I guess what’s done is done
Who is and is not to blame
Now that no new child is born
We’ll be the last to play this game
Shoutout to my friend, Tony T (@sonofgod) for his generous support for my writing. Do check out his blog (tltatemakeover.com).
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What is it about you that makes my heart melt?
What is it that pushes all the worries out of my mind?
What is it in you that charms my heart to the fullest?
What is it? What is it? I keep asking myself
I’ve scratched my head but no answer I have found
I have contemplated all alternatives rationally
I have tried to glance into the depths of my faculties
I have tried; I have tried; and I have failed
After crossing out all possibilities off my list
After twisting and turning many sleepless nights
After a year of rumination there is only solution that remains
It is love; it is love; it could only be love
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Love is a disease for which no vaccine exists
Love is an addiction approved by society
Love is an attack on your faculties
Love is an epidemic
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