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poem: a machine designed to run
Posted : 28 Dec, 2013 08:17 PM
eing acted on by fate,
It's something we cannot create,
But God.
Like the networking of cross-stitching,
Were cross-connecting,
Across the battlefield.
Unknown feelings arise in me.
You remain reclusive to the fact
That I believe this is love and fate,
Meant to be.
We are actors in a play
Without a script to be read,
Anything to comprehend.
Without you I'd rather be dead!
If you left me there is no way I could sleep or eat.
I would hastily become a machine designed to run.
I would be fed by your love sent through the waves of the air,
You would be my fuel,
My catalyst for existence.
Without you
I'm nothing,
Nothing,
Without a purpose.
The waves of your love coming in the air produces a respiratory infection of a manifesting greatness.
I'm coughing on the things you chose not to disclose,
Coughing on,
Unseen,
Thick,
Emotions.
While I'm being transformed into a new one,
Being,
More like a transfiguring
From cells to molecular steel atoms.
My disappearing purpose converts me into the machine that runs on your fumes.
Fumes of touch and urgent anticipation.
My only purpose now...
Run,
Run like no one has ever ran before!
That would be my purpose.
I probably would eventually end up flying,
On the ever thick emotional clouds we create.
I would find you in the midst of it all and you would cease my coughing.
With just a single kiss,
The stare if your eyes,
Ever so elegant and indescribable.
(THOUGHTS; COMMENTS....)
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poem: a machine designed to run
Posted : 4 Jan, 2014 07:29 AM
a sea of dreams anyone can dive
in the ocean of searching,
a pearl is there to find
back in the land, reality bites
emotions processed like machines
everything's uniform, nothing's unique
in the orchestra of relationships
some are fine tunes, some are deafening
notes that could break or heal
know the truth from up above
reboot crooked perspectives
let love connect the dots
only the Master can be trusted with such
He knows when to cross paths
and when to tie the knot
as grace unfolds the best
your role, win it and nourish it- --there
savour the sweet fruits of prayer, patience and diligence
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