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Two worlds

“We” have always lived in two worlds, a world “We” look at as “black” and “white”. “Black” and “White” does not exist, “We” live in the “Grey”. We Choose to live in the world between worlds, We try balance Our TRUTH and “FICTION”

“WE” ALL KNOW WHO WE ARE, THERE IS A “DIVINE” FLAME BURNING IN US ALL, LOVE SHINES OUR LIGHT BRIGHTEST

BE YOU, BE THE REAL YOU, “SAY” IT, AS IT IS ………… “LISTEN” TO THE WORLD AROUND YOU, GOD IS TALKING

STEP OUT OF THE “GREY”, INTO THE LIGHT

We are each our own Soul with each our own Choice. YOUR FREE WILL

LOVE BE YOUR GUIDE

Though their time together is brief
the trees love the fireflies deeply
Cherished as the twinkling stars
come down to earth to play at
their feet and tickle their leaves
and the trees giggle and tell them
fairy tales of magical things
Of fluffy white snow
and long dark nights
of cold

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He was an Archangel

Of heaven and above,

He was born to protect

And care for all.

He fought the bullies

stopped the war.

Bought justice to innocents,

And punished the wrong.

But this Archangel,

Was always alone.

He stayed in dark

To hide his pain.

His sorrow,

kept growing,

in chains.

Then one day,

He met his mate,

Paired by the moon goddess,

They were bound by fate.

She took his breath away,

Stopped his heart.

One look at her,

His soul danced

and it swayed.

Her intoxicating scent,

Thrilled his mind.

Her lovely smile,

Made him smile.

For she was born,

With a heart so pure.

She broke him free,

Of sorrow and pain.

She spread light,

In his darkest pathway.

Settled in his heart,

Never left,

And forever stayed.

So,

Eternal love was

what he gave.

For he fell in love,

With an angel

Who swallowed his…

It is black
with flashes of purple
coursing through at
irregular intervals
like photons trapped
between two mirrors
oscillating head to toe
inflaming everything
as it goes
Muscles drawn and stiff
as in death
Unslowed by medicine
What hope then
but to give it a poem