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Tag: love

Sacred Heart

She Loves Like An Elf

— Feb. 2021, Heres Pang.

 

Shall We Become Like Flies?

Have you been Alarmed
By the specks
of Tragic Truth
That have peered through
The Fog of terror and anxiety
In this Year of years,
2020?

“They are dropping like flies.”

Who are these unfortunate Souls,
Who let go of their Names,
Their Friends and Families—

Their Loved ones,
and Exchanged
Their Significance and Purpose

For an irreversible membership
In the Nameless Club
of Decaying flies?

Who are you?
You Individuals now turned
Empty seats?

You, The Hole
In our Hearts?

If God Willing,
You are still here,
Help Us, if you cannot help
Yourself —

Help Us,
So we shall not shed
More Tears,

So we aren’t further
Sobered and Yellowed
by your Departure.

There’s plenty o’ Pain
Here,
We’re sure —

But it’s still bearable
and Beautiful
With You Still Here.

A Dog Who Smells Like Fish

There’s a Joyous Dog next to me —

She smells like Fish
And the scent of Fresh Soil
After a good, long
Rainy Day.

Every paw-step she takes,
A rich breeze of Life
Follows;

She likes to Chase,
And she likes to eat,
With a crazed gobbling,
That is.

Somehow,
I sense that
She is more Alive
Than the likes of me.

Work

 

“I can change,
I can change,
  I can change—

If it helps you 

to Fall in Love.”

 

 

No Substitute

a crisp electronica tune for people from both worlds today
P.S. don’t forget to UP the volume.

A New Friend

                                             a mutual understanding

A Bond Invincible

bring sets of armor and gear,
crates of nourishment and safety nets
to places barren, chaotic, or unforgiving,
and hope that one shall survive.

one could bring it all,
yet the Only thing
that does not rot, erode,
or become molded over
amidst the commotions
of  endless Wilderness,
remains a True Love’s
Touch.

Carnivores in Love

they Consume and Devour,
with innocent eyes,
Tragically without hindsight.

Ruinous tracks
left behind, yet
they know not
What they do—

Alas, cared for and get by they will,
For those who Love them
love to Live,
to love, and
to Embrace suffer.

Return of Ideals

even in utter chaos, we must savor these small, isolated, and precious instances