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Why do I love you?

Well,

Why does the Mockingbird sing, and

Why does the coal smolder?

Why do I love you?

Well,

Why does the flower wilt, and

Why does the star burn?

Why do I love you?

I love you because I simply do.

Just as you are simply beautiful, and

As I am simply crazy for you.

Just as the Moon simply conducts the ocean,

You simply guide my heart.

Just as a princess simply seizes her assassin,

You simply captivate my thoughts.

Just as an incurable disease simply invades a body,

You simply conquer my being.

Just as a prisoner simply notches tallies into stone,

You simply were engraved into me.

Why do I love?

Well, because you are simply the way you are.

But the real question is,

Do you love me?

He is so happy and so enthused

he plays his violin and is very amused

everyone tells him how good he can play

but he says he cannot play that way everyday.

People wonder how that could be

when obviously he can play, you can see

but when he is sober he is scared and afraid

that he will not like the song that he made.

Even though it is beautiful, and even though it is pure,

he says he needs the alcohol, and that is for sure,

to help dull his senses just enough

and make playing the violin a little less tough.

I hope that one day he will learn to play

the violin in a less threatening way

so that he too can hear the sound

 without all of his other senses bringing him down.

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The simple truth, 

Is just stupid,
It is nonsense!

But, it works...

Somehow it does.

Today and tomorrow,

As time goes,

As it dwindles,

 As it stops,

And Man?

You ask?

"why then?"

"Is it simple?"

Stop asking questions!

That are not,

So very simple,

So very true,

And happily so...

We ask too much.

And are unworthy.

To know more,

Than what is.

So very simple,

And very elegant,

That it repeats,

It is more,

Than it's self,

More than twice.

Exactly trice,

But not more,

And not exact.

For it does brake.

It always does again.

Therefore it does,

But does it?

Do simply anything.

Random or not,

Quite simply put,

The simple truth.

What is "doubt"? A portal to another dimension,
A glimpse of possibility, a window to centrifugal vacuity,
Where the soul reaches for it's destined acuity,
Blood splattered over our eyes creates the blindfold
We cherish, but behind this excecation,
We unknowingly perish, as the sun's relentless light
Attempts at our illumination,
While the symbols of the story take full control
By man's elation of power and glory.
A single life like many others, churning passion in vastness
Of time and space, leaving untold grace in coveted remains,
A fugitive of justice, the pages turn and we read of nothing but pain,
But Tomas, the one who doubted, protector of the dark,
He calls to us in humbleness, revealing a lone and ugly spark
Of inspiration, intrepidation guides this auric feild,
How will we uncover and bring these truths to light,
And at the same time, sheild
Those whose journey, yet blessed with awareness
Fumble in the night, desperately grappling,
The fantasia's wispy seduction lures their innocence
Into a selfish plight.

Just a man like any other, a brother,
Fugitive of justice in his day,
Trying to get his message to us,
Light years away.

It says, "The Kingdom of God is inside you and all around you,
Not in a mansion of wood and stone.
Split a piece of wood and God is there,
Lift a stone and you will find God."

11:43 AM 4/21/2013 ©

I sit upon my comfy chair
To type away my time
A press placed here, another there
Form sentences sublime
My fingers start to ache and creak
Yet still I try to find
The perfect words to add to it
A poem by the mind

I have words
But nothing’s working
They turn the rhymes to shambles
I try hard
And nothing’s changing
This thing just seems to ramble

This is a burden I shan’t bear
The poem is not worthy
I’ve typed so long the keys show wear
Although it makes me surly
Perhaps I’ll try another week
By then it should work, surely
Until then I think it fit
To end this poem early

it is a perfect day to feel a little morbid...

the winds fill the ears of the trees with painful melodies
and tears of the sky fill their being with long forgotten sorrow...

the earth shakes with tremor, like a sobbing body,
the groung opens, with a hideous smile, dribbling with red
glowing spit, waiting to swallow some hazardous victim...

tornadoes are dancing, deadly ballet of nature, taking to their
frenzy, anyone to their fancy!
leaving the stage empty, apart from the spotlight of the
thunder and the dying sound of the storm....

the rain will wash away the last remain, witness of his beauty.

behind the great shadow, the sun is waiting to take the
stage and rob his friends from the applause again...

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