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ESS-ence of 2014; OR-dinates of 2015

January timeless, February jobless,
March houseless, April staleness,
May dreamless, June shoeless,
July passionless, August loneliness,
September limitless, October loveless,
November harness; December’s hopelessness?.
Lifeless, sadness is what 2014 has been NOT more BUT less..
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So 2015 what’s in store?
Will it be more,
And what will it be for?
January elegant show, February sunlight snow?.
March to Baltimore, April visit Clancymore?
May matador, June to ignore;
Self’s ation-Ador?
July Minautor, August’s Centaur, September self censure,
October dome-bore to November
What’s all this for
But to prepare for December?
Investing eleven for one,
I think I’m done
With my essence…………

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FROM MY HEART, DOES IT START

I’d just like to elucidate,
How my feelings manifest,
Don’t think I should illustrate
Or is it better I demonstrate?
So to it my mind will set,
Annotate, or complicate?
So my love I’ll substantiate.
All the above means I’ll explain,
That my feelings, I’ll not feign.
For in my heart do you reign.
Inch by inch I hope yo gain
Foothold in your cardiac zone.
Then lodge in that niche
And grow like oak from acorn;
Such geometric progression,
Do I want to reach
And attain your affection
In relation to my attention.
To sum it up all,
To you I make this call,
In love with you am bout to fall,
Knowing very well
Being with you can I tell,
It ain’t a trip to Asphodel,
The only field down in Hell,
Rather it is Elysian Plains,
Where death, old age and pains,
Aren’t existing,
So no resisting, what am presenting……

CRYSTAL REFLECTIONS

My mind is but a clear solution,
Though in it is a warring devastation,
As I stand before the mirror,
Crystals get oh so clearer.
Is it anger, is it hate,
That’s put me in this state?
Is it passion, is it love,
That I suddenly do have?
Why the conflict, why the nexus?
Or is this what’s in store that fate has,
For me?
Why not let me be?
Hate and love, below and above,
Hope and despair lodge in the lair
That’s called my heart,
Ripping me apart
With all these crystal shards,
Some real, some duds
Of emotions
Ionizing in my mind’s solution…..

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