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Fast and Furious

June 26, 2009

Time is criminal. It steals without remorse.

Questions plague my mind…

Has he eaten, went to work safe or slept well during the day?

Is he doing just fine?

I know him too well that I can dismiss any worries that may come to mind…

But the heart has a mind of its own…

I wonder…I worry..I think of him all the time…

‘Tis innate when in Love I’m afraid…

Yet a smile touches my face everytime!

I keep whispers in the wind and each breeze shall reach you

Time may steal from us over and over

But time too has its fast and furious ways of counting the days

for us to be with each other once more…

 

 


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Angels and Demons

June 5, 2009


The breeze freely comes and goes

With whispers of curiousity

The grey and white and thin red lines

Becomes blurry as emotions stir my soul

Winged creatures soon surround me

In tranquil verse under azure skies

  Yet there is this beast inside

Uncontrollable anger, devious schemes in mind

demons hang constantly like shadows in the light

An unlikely tandem as opposites attract

What is right without wrong?

As conflicts continue to arise

My angels and demons will always be in flight

 

 

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