Robert Rittel

Those who acquaint themselves to that face,
and feel too ridiculed to embrace.
Learn its lessons, pass through and conquer,
hold sincerity by an golden anchor.
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Wave particle duality harmonic,
electromagnetic mean ratio subsonic.
Cohorts gravity gleaming in purple gold,
light forces and its tenacious sensuous fold.
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Little splashing waves at the warm sea scented beach,
reflected moonlight large and low to seeming reach.
We were young, in love and trusted that destiny,
hearts so full of dreams and ideal ecstasy.
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Camino Poetica

Punching letters and keyboard penetration,
fostered dreams convey as salvation.
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It makes things only far more complicated,
and true values become separated.
When everything is for sale,
it has its great utopian stories to tell.
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Memories knotted by a stimulating tread,
images attach themselves to some secret pled.
Tension and liquid courage stirring the night,
graving stimulation already in sight.
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In small proportion real beauty to know,
the full extent of perfection as slow grow.
Sense sublime deeply through all things,
a memory from long ago that still impels.
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The heart has its mind in its palm,
the veiled face of soul so calm.
The hands of heart so bountiful,
making the tender mind resourceful.
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Love with what is more than love for sure,
infatuated with someone contemning every cure.
Telling new necessities about one self,
playing the game with nothing to loose on behalf.
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Cloudy blue stretches itself with grey yellow beams
the faint moon in observation as it seems
salty fragrance by captured firmament
ocean of Prana in living breath of decadent
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In times of challenge to confine,
changes speak many sentences in rhyme.
The deserving comfort to all one knows,
depth of wishes and its protection vows.
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Between Sundays and the week to come,
it's Thursday wondering where the days have gone.
The flow of tick tocking the passing through,
when the rushing of the important is to pursue.
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That tangible dream as perceptual touch,
the extended soul by birth anticipated so much.
Beauties fairest trade wherein all adjust itself in time,
life's captivity for that motion fragrance to refine.
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Once, long time ago a Lady of grace and elegance,
her child and spouse in glamorous remembrance.
Chillingham Castle in its prime of residence and tragic,
Lord Grey in spell of love by Mary's sister Henrietta's magic.
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What matters is that some souls are loyal to the mind,
not falling into years and holding youth by image saint.
Echoes of wisdom by candle's bright,
orchestrated shades between the gentle light.
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Some are granted with mystic visions,
able to create choices by different decisions.
The dual vision in contemplation of correspondence,
the saintly sinner, God's grace and his tolerance.
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Multidimensional spheres of worlds in existence,
intangible place in touch without resistance.
Unknowable known of all knowledge,
incomprehensible adorable relic.
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Soaring above the troubled waters of braking,
become the song in courage taken.
Whispers of hope turn to the cry of revelation,
sensing the purpose driven legacy to pure sensation.
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For every light that shoots through the celestial ocean,
some living soul will act to its consequence in proportion.
The purpose in progress through the skies,
shades of termination kindling as it flies.
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The poet is the dreamer, weaving pictures of love
into the palm of the mind in time.
Giving away freely those caring images
of a dream maker in melodic rhyme.
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