Deep underground
There lie stagnant springs,
Obsidian pools;
Dark poetry beginnings
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Love is the rain storm
That we don't need an umbrella for,
Because we wish to get soaked-
All the way down to our deepest, secret layer.
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Let me atone for the sins of the world
Upon your body;
Here, put upon you this sheet
And drape it- just so.
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Lost in the blue, trying to winnow the way to you:
Swift flies the sickle; the aim be sharp and true;
The thresher dividing the wheat from the dross,
The clearing, it gleams where the golden rows close.
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Forget the words, forsake the books;
Forget to take a second look;
Forget to return, those things you took;
Forget misgivings you forsook.
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I just got the note this morning,
Told me you both were leaving-
No, it wasn't scornful
And it really wasn't deceiving.
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Life can mesmerize with smiles;
But when it weeps beware, beware:
Your tears would fill a mountain stream
That's rushing past, before Life care.
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Getting older holds unexpected privilege:
You no longer care so much what others think of you
Pretensions start to go away; just like the smooth countenance,
The flexible joints, and your original hair color.
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Just once I need to feel your soul that's leading;
Look into those eyes, that into mine repeating,
With shaky faith, that there's no more bleeding-
I can rest in peace, once I hear your heart beating.
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There are lots of words; there are lots of days
But the word she yearns, he will not say
To pay their dues the crowds pass by
But behind his mouth live only lies
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