Poetry

Hate In Red

For all this hatred,
Have they lost their touch of humanity,
For the rage of flames are just insanity.

For all this hatred,
Have they lost their means of credibility,
For the news are no longer prevailed truthfully.

For all this hatred,
Have they lost their compassion wholeheartedly,
For the knives are used to pierce through human lives blindly.

For all this hatred,
Have they lost to love’s calling wholly
For I longed the time where all this hate in red,
I no longer see.

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Poetry

Gunner’s LoveĀ 

Okay love, here’s the deal

You can pull the trigger 
To make my heart feel
The ache held in every puff of ciggar meal

But the ammo I gave,
you didn’t fill; a hidden term of your part of the deal

Is that how love suppose to be, to keep the pain of the past all sealed? 

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Poetry

Trusting His Time

But for You, my Lord, I’ll be patient.

Even if they would shower me in gold to feed my desire,
Even if it meant to lose and falter in my worldly attire,
As for You, my Lord, I’ll be patient.

Even if it takes forever in this world’s clock,
Even if it meant to never answer a past love knock,
Because for You, my lord, I’ll be patient.

For I’ll be patient and graceful in my temporal fought;
Just for you, my Lord.

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