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Raw Love

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Love is raw, deep and full of

aspirations…..

 

Love at the bottom of the barrel is raw

It is beauty and the beast mixed into one

It is heaven and hell at the same time

 

Love is not butterflies in your stomach

it is not googly eyes on your mate

it is not apple and spice and everything nice!

 

Love at the bottom of the barrel is deep

it is a mix of good with the bad

it is calm with a touch of intense

 

Love is not an act of neediness

it is not jealousy and fear

it is not neediness or helplessness

 

Love at the bottom of the barrel are aspirations

it is a pen to paper of goals

it is a cloud full of dreams

 

Love is not what you think of love

Love is a 24-hour job you hate to love

Love is raw, deep and full of

aspirations…..

 

 

 

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Torn apart….

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We have been torn apart because of
F-E-A-R!
You see my dear,
One day, you and I were born
With innocent eyes to see,
Innocent ears to hear,
There was a spark and magical connection between the stars and I,
We began our journey as helpless souls that were guided by our ancestorals roles.
Then society took over!
They have made us believe that our beautiful eyes are not pretty enough
This is when F-E-A-R took over….

Obverse Siblings

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How are we so obverse?

As if ornery upon the planets?

I yearn for life and strive for the preeminent,

Wanting the best, as gaiety is to molliness, 

Yet, you are at war, endowed with your vida……

Obverse are we,

Yet composed of the same DNA,

Containing Carbon-Copy creators,

With palms open wide,

I lay a foundation por ti, 

Supported with thick pieces of lumber,

Held up with prudence, regard and vigilance.

Although the lumber is capable to guide you on your ride, 

You slip, slope, tumble and hide. 

As I continue to strive as an influence,

I awaken as sol takes its dwelling,

Clearing the way for a new and nautical day,

There you lay in your own adobe,

Hibernating, unsure of the meagerness  of your life hunger………

We, obverse, are,

I have a catalyst to rise against the rest,

This is how I am fitted to live among the rest,

But I see you, your passion and intellect, 

Feeble yet capable among your internal motive,

On the striking side, you have allowed your inner parasite to reside,

This lumber for thee, given for free, lays, decaying, rotting and fermenting.

Glancing daily at the look of the lumber,

It is distressful, awakening to your un-want to soar,

I must declare with utmost remorse, 

the once strong lumber is now week, feeble and flimsy,

unable to support the essence of lethargy that is living in your veins, 

How is it, we originate from the same nucleic acid?

We are components of Universal fragments-protons and neutrons, 

Inside the same with different agendas. 

Moving forthwith, I send my utmost wish,

You find peace with your malignant spirit, 

You truly you have the ability to find your own lumber to put allegiance in. 

Obverse yet equivalent,

You are not as deviating as I, 

I succumbed and have the utmost assent you shall too, 

Creating the planets to be comparable as the same.