Jose Orozco

Seeking is the nature of this worlds saints
In search of kindness we have all seen glimpses of
However the great tempest will not cease
For Man, does not know Peace.
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As I sit, my mind may wonder.
To yet a land, where I can ponder.
I fear to hate, for which it brings.
A lasting taste, out it sings.
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You give me all the reasons to be happy,
I mean to be romantic, not at all to be sappy.
I wish there was a greater word than love,
This feeling, something from up above.
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Have you seen the Love of Death?
She taunts the eye of all who see.
I pray thee, do not look for this beauty.
Although she is kind to the eyes,
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It still hurts,
But I told her I'd be there.
I told her to stop,
But the pain still flowed.
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