Sol rose blazing
a costly eruption
I looked deeply
without interruption
searching closely
your bright soul and eyes
simply amazing
morning proved us
love we chose
midday treated us
endearing love
such sweet perfume
love's perfect rose
as evening came
love was chastened
just how close
love's dear passion
hastened love
that feral moon
love's true reflection
rose moaning
adoration's famous name
framing silent night
hushed love
undecidedly fell
silently sailed away
each rushed season
always gushing love
this emotional dancing
each rising tide
forever notions
now I profess
caressed on my own
thus I have found
I cannot happily live
once love has gone
should I survive
with love still burning
Sol going down
I cannot dream
midst love's yearning
now that night has risen
love's full moon has flown
I fully question reason
something quite different
love's dream's are treason
still love seems correct
yet love's bleached coral
so much acidic sorrow
based on lying love
beneath that dying ocean
reflecting every desert scene
still I don't feel
strong enough
once blooming love
has disappeared
I don't feel able
to save my barren soul and self
since errant love
deceives the world
disapproval of love itself
so much hateful fear
apparently all that's left
what if endearing love
emotion we all should feel
would simply stay
love still might mend
we still might heal

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is Holy always good
what about Sacred
guarded realms
Sacred places
where Gods
sometimes stood
should we
veil or shroud
our hearts
our faces
thinking we
you have
truly understood
what if
Holy leaves
Sacred traces
what Creation
gracefully did
some rapture
Holy mood
prophetic water
an enlightened bid
for what
is Holy
some Sacred
godly stead
renounce light
darkness wins
everything lost
ungodly sins
beseech Creation
another cost
making Holy
gracious good
faithful belief
is war Holy
what folly
fanatical relief
what about
active compassion
something about
righteous passion
what about
Sacred Peace

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so you've gone to war
again spilt blood
ruptured lives
security lost
nothing good
swords and knives
all this damn fear
building tall barriers
something forever
creating dangerous borders
nothing peaceful or clever
death under orders
ultimately a war economy
bounty for arms dealers
good for gas and oil
bad for destroyed families
what about wrecked civilization
so more bad than anything good
should angels drive chariots
fly off to war
who would really care
besides the wounded and dying
blood and bone
these human anomalies
hiding and crying
crushed by absolute fear
heart and mind
demons join convoluted ranks
daring to grin and cheer
all those fearless dead bodies
what grim war leaves and finds
should angels pray and sing
let peace come here
cease this horrid war thing
let love replace grief and tears
yet love is what war won't bring

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it's snowing again
nirvana seems so far away
in my dreams
I wade through night
where I've been
dark depressive places
it's snowing again
it seems love and joy
have gone away
persistently edged out
confused by dharma's plight
insistently preyed upon
so I made a pledge
a paltry sum
speaking about
far-off stars
past a sultry moon
beyond warrior Mars
winter has appeared
binding ice and snow
is clearly here to stay
rapture has come and gone
it's snowing again
captured by frigid vanity
what's right and wrong
clarity in some snowdrift refrain
what about ice and sanity
can rigid lucidity
somehow still remain

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