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She is beyond the waterfall crisis and has become the quiet pool

below and beyond it. She is tolerant of each, forgiving of all. She is also

the pure splashing fountain of which she wrote. It rises from her pool as she laughs more frequently than Yellowstone's Old Faithful geyser.

 “Madness and Civilisation” speaks of madness as childhood,

 Something nature so tenderly cares and detests being rude,

 Dawn period goes with those childish,

 Since the shared codes barely stand the adults being priggish.

  I wonder the way,

 The insane disobey,

 Coldness as do the animals,

 Such is His vagueness!

  Once parting from rationality,

 Exist they with no humanity,

 Even if God takes away much,

 Given they are more tolerance as such.

  Made crazy by those they are blood of,

 The society does work too as it’s a part of,

 A received conspiracy that’s contentious,

 Since the victim may not deserve to lose sense.

  Yet He knows it all,

 And doesn’t let the virtuous fall,

 Here lies the mystery, the revelation,

 Mingled together, known and unknown!

Your Love

123 Iseethat Way

YouLove Me, Everyday 00284

In Propria Persona

In The Insatiable State Of LOVE               

                  County Of Distance                                 

Your Love #1                                 )           No. U2- R4EACHOTHER

               )        

                     vs.                                    )           Petition For A More Tolerant 

                                                          )           LOVE That Will Tame Our 

My Love #1                             )            Sarcastic Behinds 

     Petitioner, Your Love, in propria persona, moves this Court to issue 

a Writ Of Habeas Corpus releasing Your Love and My Love from any 

and all triggers that interfere with the orderly running of this relationship.

     Since they met, they have undergone an insatiable relationship

under an extremely difficult situation. Both declaring themselves a little 

flakey, bizarre, and utterly senseless more often than not, they hereby admit

that they are now both completely off their rockers. 

    For the above aforementioned reasons, we ask this court to intervene

and impose a mandatory injunction with kindness, love, understanding a little less sarcasm. Due to extenuating circumstances beyond their control, they are unable to address this matter in any imaginable form of seriousness at the present time. 

   The petitioner, upon oath, states and verifies that on this 13th day of July, 2013,

that the information contained herein is true and correct, and both parties have agreed to pray they be discharged immediately from the custody and restraints

placed upon their LOVE by undue stress, insanity, aggravation, intolerance,

(a horrible telephone connection) and hope to be back on their rockers ASAP.

                                                                   With all Due Respect,

                                                                  Your Love and My Love

                                                                   In Propria Persona

2013 07/13/2013 8:50 pm ©

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I speak my mind.

Don't like it?

Too bad.

I bear you my soul.

Don't like it?

Too bad.

I believe that all beings and 

life forms are all the same, 

and different, 

at the same time, 

and that we are slowly losing 

our connection to this concept 

as a species, and it is destroying us.

Don't like it?

Too bad.

I believe there is a sanctity 

that lies within each individual,

every animal,

every life form.

Don't like it?

Too bad.

Don't like my

style of self-expression?

My authenticity?

My 'attitude'?

My disgust with closed-minded people?

My honesty?

My truth?

It's just plain too bad.

I love yours, and I hope 

one day we can meet halfway.

4:20 PM 6/28/2013

©

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2zIW8qDPhos

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To the other side of the veil is the reprieve,

To be seen only through a multifaceted sheen

Whose wisdom can only be perceived

By he who understands it's worth

Within the populous' array of dreams.

To walk alone in silent wonder, seeking,

Meek, in humble consent, harkening with clarity,

Not to awaken a misgiving or a calamity,

The veil once lifted, intrepidation and waiting cease,

The joiner exposed, understanding it's crosspiece.

6:07 PM 4/27/2013 ©

If this is all I can do,

Then I should take it to you,

As a clue for for me and you to follow,

Still unsure what to do with myself so hollow.

I'm so confused, I feel refused,

And accused of being the culprit.

I can't abuse, or suffuse,

This broken me I'm finding.

Coward? Idiot? I don't know.

Exactly what I am I can't discover,

And I'll never recover, or dissever,

My ties from this significant other.

I can't break this curse of stupidity,

This soul, bravery of fluidity,

Dripping away from me as moments broadcasting;

Never everlasting; my appearance contrasting.

Despite slight tolerance, severance has occurred,

And obscured my torn soul, my unclear architecture.

So despite the impression, give some digression,

And find reality's me, and my so clear recession.

I dedicate this writing, to the one called we,

Just so we can see, our reality we're facing,

Our confusion fast pacing; but together we can lace,

And trace our new future, if even new at all.

Maybe it'll be the same future it has always been,

Because what's yet to come may never be discovered,

So if thought about it right, all can be all right,

And we never will have to change, never recovered.

We can't rearrange our future, or rearrange us,

Only because of that force, that invisible source,

That we call our love, that admiration that floats above,

A disasterful, irreparable and regrettable course.

I dedicate this writing, to the one called we,

Because hopefully you'll see, the meaning behind me.

If you look close into my eyes, the meaning becomes true,

Because if you look close into my eyes, what is seen is you.

People should let people be people
And remember that
Just because they're not like you
Does not make them evil

Written in a Geneva:

Switzerland Churchyard  

Ugonna Wachuku

A dirge and epilogue is sung for me
on your fleeing island of uninterested
unavailability. The owl hoots no more
on moonlit nights of home.  

Biblical Zacchaeus and Matthew: Oh!
Little me: "pass me not O gentle
Saviour..." Green pastures abound.
My peace unbound. Your island is
so real. The bridge stands no more
on humane pathway to landscapes. Kai!
Your island is so real, daughter of
the Almighty Creator.

Pathway to landscapes: The eagle I am
must soar this new day to welcoming
mountain-tops to view, one last time,
your pathway to landscapes.

At the stroke of midnight, this blessed
new day, I will depart your island of
unavailability; and sail for the high
seas. My smiling ship is created. The
wind from others beckons. Pines of home
whistle. The rainbow awaits. My simple
ship is set to sail; and I must bid you
farewell in God's care. I invite thee
no more on earthly footpaths. Oh!
Epitaph! This Epitaph! Would that
I wrote thee not; or perhaps
forgotten my lines on this
strange stage through life.

Heaven's gardens: Remember, when we
finally meet there, I am  the bald
Eagle that tarried for years on your
unfeeling island of unavailability :-
made whole with heavenly bounties in
His soul saving bossom.

AH! Epitaph! This farewell! This glad
dirge sung for me! This epilogue! Oh!
Little me. The owl hoots no more on
moonlit nights of home because this
glad dirge is sung. This emerald
epitaph all for you to set me freeee!
Heaven's gardens and meadow sea
shores. I set sail at midnight
under
heaven's
loving
eyes
and
hope
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By

Ugonna Wachuku 

Show me the land and soul of your
dreams. Show me landscapes and
beauty in your heart. Show me new
moons and new planets. Show me
streams and rivers where lofty
life-giving water abides.

Show me scars of the loving
Lamb of Calvary: Tell me there
is love in your heart. Tell me
you do not smile and pretend to
love when you see me. Tell me
you remember me when I am not
in your presence. Tell me you
are not a hypocrite. Tell me
your love is real and abiding.

Tell me you are not a back-bitter.
Tell me why you should be called
human. Tell me your are not wicked.
Let me know that you want me to
live, breath and survive this
journey through life.

Let me know that you respect the
colour of my skin because I have
respected yours from beckoning
beginings of time. Tell me, you
will always be there for me;
even when dark clouds gather
for storm.

Tell me that my life is worthy
to you. Let me know why you do
not see my humane worth and
dignity of the spirit. Let me
embrace your caring spring and
waterfall.

For once, let me see you smile.
There is no bill to pay. IRS
won't be on your neck howling.
Then, let me know your wish:

Let me be there for you. Let me
calmly take you to my beautiful
meadow land where chanting birds
give hope and peace for life -
My meadow land of the living
where chanting birds give
loving voice to fresh
flowing fountains and
creative meadow lands
for love and charming
cherishment amongst
humanity!:

Then, let these flowing
fountains and chanting
birds light up your day

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