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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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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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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Camino Poetica

Punching letters and keyboard penetration,
fostered dreams convey as salvation.
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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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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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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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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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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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The intoxicating action not absorbed,
inferiority by attention adored.
The deed that leads to realization,
sweetest toil like a choir's pitch sensation.
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Through the spectrum of ethereal plain,
lights follow the issuing wisdom train.
Spoken of by fair nymphs pointing to those beams,
the Vail of belief to adore and its waiting redeems.
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The ancient Hindu text mentions the story of the celestial dragon,
the serpent that drinks the nectar of Gods holding wagon.
Indicating that abundance has its limits, get to the grips,
beheading the manipulating leech causing the eclipse.
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Once upon a spherical time in state of dream,
absolute intelligence created a theatrical scene.
The unborn Lord making a puzzle of himself,
to establish mysteries and ingenuity to be more the self.
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Motion wandering aimless with tender images,
shifting perception seeming to know the passages.
In this intimate trust of this sanctuary being all fair,
fields of flowers painting the landscape so bare.
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By all means the stars in splendid time,
have exquisite planets with aspect of extra shine.
Born are the glorious children by natures elegant,
making angelic charisma very relevant.
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Why is it, when looking at the stars that I feel so at home?
sensing safety in that nebulous couch superdome.
Recreational abundance from the elixir of immortality,
waltzing with Aphrodite and planets symphonies.
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It is said that the dance of soul all there is,
sustaining all ecstasies by image certainties.
Vapors from galaxies atmospheres for sure,
expressions of divinities by light of pure.
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The fancy pride coming from envy is diabolical,
teasing with power to proof what is essential.
Democratic values diminishing by pretence,
ethical principlesand its hollow essence.
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Truth can never fear nor doubt,
words of truth so touching loud.
Voices of uncompromising deep,
laws of what you sow you reap.
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