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Christmas Eve Thouroughfare
as the hour approaches
last gasps encroach
pulling on strings
overstretched
though temptation remains
mindless sation wanes
counting on wings
delivering Love etched
in fabric of time
with rhythm and rhyme
enough to stand
strong, and deny
the past`s beauty and wiles
gifts always in style
but SUBSTANCE has yet to land
by MY side
so rest assured
I`ll never be lured
by approaches
already played
the same old hacking
for too long lacking
alien coaches
have failed
RAW and DAMNING
I risk fanning
flames of anger
bitter regret
I share Openly
I BARE myself freely
so PURE TRUST flows
naturally as Sun sets
DELIVERANCE
cant make HER entrance
soon enough
for THIS Soul
SHE will soothe disturbance
leave nothing to CHANCE
LOVE is best shared,
EXPERIENCED WHOLE
by BELIEVERS
Pain RELIEVERS
who empathically
understand the TOLL
taken by Years
Expectations, quiet tears
realization present unions
wont achieve the GOAL
Set before Us
Long before Horus
was created by
priests to control
the huddled masses
yearning for answers
no Pharoah could comprehend
or BEHOLD
their minds just as closed
as others exposed
they cant accept fully
WHOLE LOVE is HOLY
TWO too kind
dont have heart to remind
there is no doubt
original VIBE`s snuffed out
perhaps such divergence
influenced by experience
as Opposites attract
but ultimately repell
are minds just closed
socialogically frozen?
why so comfortable
dwelling in emotional Hell?
Yes, I`ve overstepped my bounds
but as sure as Trumpet SOUNDS
my words as bare
as a Christmas Eve Thoroughfare
In Land`s blanched so white
so stripped of delight
an Architect can only
kick dust and curse his design
but Harlem`s ALIVE
where TWO HEARTs can THRIVE
giving hope
to all that suffer
never Over til its Over
TRUE LOVE is no "Front"
a state of body and mind
for ALL to Discover
last gasps encroach
pulling on strings
overstretched
though temptation remains
mindless sation wanes
counting on wings
delivering Love etched
in fabric of time
with rhythm and rhyme
enough to stand
strong, and deny
the past`s beauty and wiles
gifts always in style
but SUBSTANCE has yet to land
by MY side
so rest assured
I`ll never be lured
by approaches
already played
the same old hacking
for too long lacking
alien coaches
have failed
RAW and DAMNING
I risk fanning
flames of anger
bitter regret
I share Openly
I BARE myself freely
so PURE TRUST flows
naturally as Sun sets
DELIVERANCE
cant make HER entrance
soon enough
for THIS Soul
SHE will soothe disturbance
leave nothing to CHANCE
LOVE is best shared,
EXPERIENCED WHOLE
by BELIEVERS
Pain RELIEVERS
who empathically
understand the TOLL
taken by Years
Expectations, quiet tears
realization present unions
wont achieve the GOAL
Set before Us
Long before Horus
was created by
priests to control
the huddled masses
yearning for answers
no Pharoah could comprehend
or BEHOLD
their minds just as closed
as others exposed
they cant accept fully
WHOLE LOVE is HOLY
TWO too kind
dont have heart to remind
there is no doubt
original VIBE`s snuffed out
perhaps such divergence
influenced by experience
as Opposites attract
but ultimately repell
are minds just closed
socialogically frozen?
why so comfortable
dwelling in emotional Hell?
Yes, I`ve overstepped my bounds
but as sure as Trumpet SOUNDS
my words as bare
as a Christmas Eve Thoroughfare
In Land`s blanched so white
so stripped of delight
an Architect can only
kick dust and curse his design
but Harlem`s ALIVE
where TWO HEARTs can THRIVE
giving hope
to all that suffer
never Over til its Over
TRUE LOVE is no "Front"
a state of body and mind
for ALL to Discover
Published 3rd Oct 2012
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Anonymous
3rd Oct 2012 6:56pm
True love IS no front, how right drivel.
Strider
Strider
3rd Oct 2012 10:15pm
3rd Oct 2012 10:37pm
4th Oct 2012 11:54am
Right away I started thinking, this is the three-way love child of Eliot, Ginsberg and W.C. Williams...Hollowmen, Howl, and Lonely Streets...a very complete emotional complexity. Good graphic use of capitals. Solid.
4th Oct 2012 1:10pm
4th Oct 2012 11:36pm
Im liking this loving the way it flows and the use of words
good stuff and i find myself keen to read work
cheers
zenith
good stuff and i find myself keen to read work
cheers
zenith
4th Oct 2012 11:50pm
