Angelo H.G. Poems

Feed me soul
that flows like water down mountain streams
fill me, fill me
so that I will pour and they will feel me
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Illusion is its nature
this distance between us
division, my mind over my soul
miss the truth
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In my most recent path
upon stumbled beauty and opportunity
my eyes met her with a friendly greeting
it was like when an eagle spots its prey
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If you feel the bone breaking emotions I do
that rip through your body as easily as diamonds would
then taste my words
feel my metaphors with your finger tips
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Well then teacher asked the young philosopher, is love in the cards of all men?
For I have whimpered with this question as I've seen couples crossing fingers embracing each other
and smiling as if they have discovered the comedies of life.
Yet here I am befriending solitude with absence from the bliss of romance.
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</> Fresh Off My Mind
Lost between the daily routines
attempting to cope with these speeding times
sealing the windows of my core from gloom that is slowly inching in
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His thoughts crumbled down his head
releasing from his mouth
at times his words were witty
and articulated with a smooth confidence
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I'm trying to open doors that lead towards a smile
Let me be reminded of the glories this life has to offer
These four walls have me beating at my heartbeat
Trying to tune in on my rhythm
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He has washed away his soul with wine
taking the bread from his sons mouth
malnourished to the wolves under moonshine
dressed in poverty to a mother with ill health
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