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Ok so I had a thought today (4/27) and figured I would write a few haikus about a man who has lost hope of LOVE, Life and everything else…

The plan is to write one piece a day, at least I’m gonna try to write 1 a day, for the next 30 days…

I hope you like the idea and effort of this idea. Heres his official introduction:

What does it matter?

A NAME! Love wouldn’t know it!

Nor will u recall…

Bullets have no name…

But every social event

they make appearance…

Whats there to hope for?

Love’s gone, tomorrows’ today

said yesterday’s dead…

This is my story.

Scribbled words of pain and love,

lifes’ adversity…

& ME!

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I stood with pride
Hope’s more then just a glimmer in eye.
Passion the source pumping life through my veins.
His littles hands and face, the creation of my smile…
“NOTHING WILL GET IN MY WAY TODAY”,I scream aloud as I journey on my way.
No more concrete jungle,
its more a Tropical rainforest life – bugs, lizards and slow minds
No City Slickers
Just backwards country swang
but its ok,
b’cause Today was a better day.


 

LOVE is ageless time

Spent forever and a day

With the one you LOVE…

 

 

LOVE is innocent,

Childish, not for fake but real

LOVE knows no limits…

 

LOVE is a higher

Level of being given

To us from above…

 

LOVE is an art drawn

Between two, lines and curves, inked 

And true to its form…

 

 

 

 

LOVE is a selfless

Action of two beings laid

Side by side. Passion…

 

LOVE is poetic

Words spoken to another

Warms the heart because…

 

 

LOVE is the emotion we share

the feeling we hold dear

the drive in our hearts that keep us wanting each other despite

obstacles in the way

distance

words-play

actions ours take to separate us

LOVE

4 simple letters

1 powerful word

with a  meaning of passion,

expression,

communication,

intoxicating fornication

LOVE

that’s how I express these feelings in one word…

 

I LOVE YOU!


if I had it my way, I would pour a full cup over and over…

lose myself in every sip

within every be-an it’s made of

enjoy it

talk with it

hold it as if it were the last cup every made

devour it

explode in it, from it, because it

gives me a shot of adrenaline to get through the hours of boredom without it

but not in a rush

slow sips and if it drips on to my tongue

seductive licks

because this,

 is the best coffee I know

early in the morning the smell makes me smile glad to be alive

afternoon sips in the office

refresh every part of me

an end of the day cup gives me the joy to know that this coffee is all for me

and tomorrow will soon come so I can enjoy it again…

         Colombian Coffee,

                                                  Good to the last drop…


 

Simply put,

“When I write its like a dance instructor telling my fingers and this pen how to waltz across each line…”

-Marcus J