Soul Of a Riotous Gypsy, Heart Of Lion, Mind of Lovelorn Traveler

They Don’t

Release the pressures.

Billions of thoughts,

Dreams, wishes, goals, projects.

My dearest confidante,

My final friend.

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The one left standing in the empty halls

Once full of friends.

My heart is a home full of light,

And shadowed spaces,

That I no longer wish to visit.

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I live now, in the present

Where the hearth I tend is for love,

Always for love.

Without fail.

~

With my iron and bellows I keep,

The embers ready,

The cauldron bubbling.

Love is who I am.

~

Who I've always been,

and will be again,

and again, and again.

Without pause.

~

The hindrances, and ponderances

Of deaths door fade.

The knowing, contributed

Whether seen or known, not heavy.

Not redundant.

Not for nothing.

~

They will live on, and never die

Spoken into the awareness of others

However many or few.

However tender,

Or malicious.

I stand.

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Disobedient,

Reluctant in the face of my oppressors,

Whatever form they take.

From within or without.

I am justice.

I am the force of nature

That belies humanities myths.

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Matter,

All Matter...

In it's vibration

In it's whispered tones.

In blood and in bone,

We are.

So much more than this.

~

From across the room,

The oceans of time,

The street....dirty feet,

I see...

Me.

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Survivor, contender,

Existing to Love.

I was here, I am again.

And will be.

Eternity.