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SHE HAS CEASED TO BECOME MEMORY

So the ashes of affections

Could defy the dousing effects

Of the icy becks that lay yonder

Cremating the dead sometimes

Only starts another life in this life

One that hangs close the heart

Timeless and sempiternal

Some fire burns without burning out

It sates the mind of the fortunate

And it haunts the inauspicious

Have you seen a Cupid’s arrow that strikes so hard?

That you would wish for it not have stricken at all

Or that it flies fleetingly away

Without leaving as much a jot of etches

She has been buried but she was seed

Her remains lie beneath the becks

But her love grows bigger

Scarier enough to make Caesar’s ghost flesh

She has ceased to be memory

For this lingering is a burden

That must be borne regardless of all frets

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SPERALE

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SUCCUMB NOT THE STORMS

The storms only brag with their howls

Cycles of winds that in truth lack substance

Though they do tear apart

Those who give in to their evanescent afflictions

Have you seen a dark sky stay dark forever?

Have you seen a tadpole overtime stays a tadpole?

Succumb not to the storms

For these nights of gory

Are the last you see

For all these aches,toils and pains shall pass

And the golden fairies are in wait

To receive the little warrior

That never succumbed to the storms

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SPERALE

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I’M GLAD MY HEART WISHED

Though i know the strides

Are only passing moils

That would never besmear

The footholds of your heart

But the thoughts i must give life

You did make me feel sating ripples

Ones,I had never felt before

You gave me dodders

Even though I was dying

I felt life at it’s peak

I became a vessel in fractions

Cowering to latch together

Words only whittle down

As its all in my eyes

So I’m glad Cupids has stricken

Very close in my heart

I’m glad my heart wished

But i must let go

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SPERALE

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THE TRUE MAN

Satiate my hunger

Gladden my displeasure

Riddle my exacting soul

And grease my alloyed soul

For whom is the man true?

The faun that revels himself

By putting the Ogres to the dust

Or Cricket that bores and bores!

Without having a jot of pity

On the grains that cry to annihilation

Or the chameleon that shifts shapes

To wrought all manners of nefarious acts

Or the clown that seeks attentions

When the world couldn’t give a crap

Or the bigot in his non suave manners

That chews away at frivolities like raw condiments

Or is it the vain man in his hypocritical suits ?

That would never know himself

Or is it the man stricken with loyalty because his self wants are at stake ?

For whom is the man true?

The man that knows he embodies all imperfections

Tries to be good even though he knows it’s hard

He lives by pure passion

A man that would do anything to propagate love

He has more than he shows

He has darkness, but it seems beauty in disguise

For whom is the man true?

For only one knows trueness

And he is no man

For no man is truly true

For we are strong in our own ways

And we are weak in our own ways

And we are extremely helpless when we are.

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SPERALE

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GIVE THE FEARS TO THE HEARTY LOVER

Give the thorny garden

To the gardener

And it becomes a haven of wonders

Give the cruds

To the cordial goldsmith

And they become coruscant golds

That sate the eyes to raptness

Give the fears to the hearty lover

And they become inexplicable moxie

Ones that awe the bearer

Before helps can be gotten,they have to be sought

Folding of hands avail none in plights

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SPERALE

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CRY TO LIFE

The malignant crows screech

To fordo the friths of the night

The fairies cry to constellate

The lustrous union of loves

But you Lucida in your sofa

All rusty,all waned and all lifeless

Lie,as the throes chuck away your solace

Your eyes are too dim for the light

Your mouth falters those unearthly conundrums

And your mind sees the climes of memories in crippling flashes

Your tears flow from hell

But the lakes of Charon is too small for the hold

You cry only to life,as your life is far from spanning

I cannot envision a life without you,Lucida!

The fire in your belly shall wax only stronger

As you grow,your life shall know more graces!

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SPERALE