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Why is there so much lose

why does it have such a high cost

why do people interfere were there not wanted

causing ones heart to become haunted



Once you have tasted of true love

others come and choke the dove

our hearts open and out stretched

now are hidden and in a wreck



Why does everything cause pain

It makes one not want to remain

to suffer day to day

hurtful words for those to say



Truth left mangled in the wake

those who know only shake

is it true or a lie

If you knew me why ask is it true

If my loves been tasted then why ask who



All my life I looked for my own kind

Once I found her now I'm blind

feeling lost and left behind

all the games that life creates

all it brings is nothing but hate



I am simply just one man

read the truth when you can

I speak the truth when I can

I'm still here and never ran

choices aren't easy

and I don't always do what's right

But my heart is always is my might

To know my heart is to know my plight



My love has been given in nothing but true

to many questions of for who

Those I love know the truth

for all the rest i leave to you

Ashes and dismay and blesssed emptines on you

COMMENTS

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evilsandwich
03:54 Feb 15 2009

your poetry touched me so deeply i cried i know how you feel cuz i feel the same way

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BornfromDeath
04:08 Mar 08 2009

thats beautiful sweetie

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It is the man and woman united that makes a complete being.



Separate she wants his force of body and strength of reason;



He, her softness and sensibility and acute discernment.



Together they are most likely to succeed in the world.



Then no force of will or act of man can separate the two.



And the the blessing of God or the Deities of ones beliefs;



Then no power on earth or in the heavens can tear or force the two to be seperated.



No two circles can be welded together then pulled apart without cutting and forcing them from being together.

If you would cure anger,

do not feed it.



Say to yourself:



" I used to be angry everyday:

Then every other day:

Now only every third or fourth day."



When you reach thirty day's

offer a sacrifice of thanksgiving to the gods.





Epictetus