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Featured Poet: Angel

 

A heart that you must see

 

Restless indeed is a heart my dear,

and desires consume everything

absolute freedom is oblivion

no limits, then no discipline

 

loneliness is a state of mind my dear

and a heart never waits to be filled

seek and you shall find, as so said

shine and attention you shall gain

 

as will is of the mind my dear,

power is of the heart…

and like destiny itself

you cant cross its bridge till your there

 

anger is a part of balance, my dear

with no anger, no peace

no forbearance, no conciliation

all you must is learn and control

 

and in this believe me my dear

no heart is ever forsaken or forlorn

until the day we learn to look at the whole canvass

rather than the mere stains in it, we wont see the real picture

 

my dear, everyday is a struggle

and destiny comes as it will

you’ll see that the picture you’ve created

is of such great beauty

 

and your heart

an emblem of love

conscience and intuition

an entity of perfection…

look at yourself

see the goodness inside and out

by then you can say

I'm not me without my heart

 

Beautiful

 

wearing vibrant shades

she’s loved by most, despised by others

she’s immortalized, sanctified

behold beauty in your eyes

 

lust and thoughts of fornication

are drawn in her audience minds

bitter feelings and slots of envy

broken egos soar the air

 

but still here’s what’s candid

most beautiful people are ill fated

when everything comes in physical attraction

easy they come as they’re gone…

dream not to be beautiful

crave not to be admired

for in the end love is all that matters

what most beautiful have none

 

Token of Truth

 

And though the will shouts disapprovingly

 

The heart craves for your prescience

The flesh trembles for your touch

The eyes yearning your vision

And the ears that dreams your voice

 

And though I can’t seem to understand

Why you didn’t give us a chance

And why I gave up on pursuing you

I still believe I love you

 

And till I'm weary and charred

Tired, from the never ending

Battles which I could not win

Till then, though a failure I am

 

I gather my last strength

take as much breath

as my lung could behold the moment

then shout your name

 

knowing, believing I still love you.

 

Bones from the Graveyard ™© J.R. Perez 2000

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