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This time look keenly...feel but deeply  the sea wrinkles of sweeps of wind on its surface are just but the mask hiding the calm waters below when the gospels talk of the unfaithful disciple the fearful and conscious human who denied and walked a two steps on water whilst the third sunk denied his teacher, chopped ears for him and cried when he felt how much he loved his master look keenly Look keenly at the faces you utter words of disgrace to see the glimpses of pain you inflict when you quieten when you fail to say 'i love you, thank you and i adore you' when you wear the shroud of pride like a corpse proud to die and to be banished by the warmth you deem inadequate wait till the breeze whistles in the night whist you re alone the tunes of dirges will scare peace out of you when the owl hoots you will wake a loser, dead yet to live again to leave time you had Feel deeply the nuance of deception you cheat on the lies you paint on your mirror to beautify...

THE LIES NEVER KNOWN Truly it was ever true in different ways when i saw the sin blindness cast as beauty beauty that eyes fell for and minds feared like Armageddon oh God, if i ever saw the devil..how beautiful are you? for when i look at a mantis, stick insect, i forget the branches branches of the same tree and rib that Eve never forgot i am what i am by whom you think i am, yet i am not I was born by culture yet conceived by freedom i was given a love i did not need in ways they prescribed evil of the portrait deceived the artist and colours hued but the apology of repentance was not heeded by the priest arrogance was the god chained by ignorance's gist and they tell me lies to swoon for their romance soon i will be desirable but by fate's chance Why will we mourn for a dead soul? a rotting log is a feast for the community of fungi and bacteria how selfish it is to take it away as your own when you swim as if the ocean is yours remember the water rages,...

My affection whispering my past makes me fall in love with the future and I am smitten by the image that graces the mirror in the gallery of beauty...filled with music...the echoes still linger my heart calling the name of my soul I cannot contain the ecstasy of this captivating voice because when I look into my eyes...I see you I would break the mirror to slivers and look at the right images for the right one or leave them in the light to reflect stars in the night for you to feel my magic in the ink of darkness because fear of light will not write the painful truth the truth which has seared my heart and has me drown in tears where I have kidnapped myself..thinking the hostage... ..was you I walk back to my past to arrest the future but the prison of my past has chains on my feet for limited freedom and I betray myself for you...to have a taste of true love I loved back then and still love you into the future each flame of emotion smolders like true promises fo...

My affection whispering my past makes me fall in love with the future my heart calling the name of my soul makes the pond of love rumble in the deep and I am refreshed and cleaned because when I look into my eyes...I see you I will break the mirror to slivers to correct the mistakes by making them a better object ...like the stars in the sky but..losses that I have suffered pains that have sufficed wounds in my heart tears that have drowned me in the abyss of futility where I have kidnapped myself...thinking that the hostage ...was you I walk back to my past to arrest my future for I died of hunger after the last supper of love I betrayed my blessing to a curse that I wove and wore only for my blindness to see an elusive truth wrongly of words that made me believe created a statue of myself but its time..to see me when I open my eyes you in my eyes..looking through windows of my soul

By Sidney Henry Morse (1833–1903)   T HE SOUL  I dwell within Forgets my load of sin,     And circles me     With amorous glee, To win my first faint smile         5 Of love that bodes no guile;— Unfolds my heart the while,     And sets me free.   Delights she to surprise Me with some thought that hies         10     To heaven straightway:     Then all the day I wander o’er the earth, And find not half its worth; Yet lose I not my mirth,         15     And pray, and pray.   Oh! I am precious seed Thus planted for her meed:     My offish ways     And long delays         20 She takes no notice of, But steadily doth move Upo...