intruders

there    is    something

wonderfully        happy

yet    sad     about    us

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but    we    are    happy

while   they    are    not

so  should  we  bother?

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for  those   who   never

dwell in the happiness

of others  are a sad lot

who   breeds  calamity

and  misery  and   thus

they    dwell     in     sin

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they   are   not   worthy

they are but  intruders

they  will  never  fit   in..

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inspired

you inspired me

to walk the path with you

you exuded

a zest quite unlike others

you are cute

ever more so vulnerable

when gushed

with overwhelming pride

as you rubbed

your conservativeness

all over me

I love unconventionality

you inspired me

and thought me worthy

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let us walked on..

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christendom

I was no king

when I made you queen

and the courts of Christendom

were outraged

when the damsels and jesters

and the learned is flattered

the bishop and knights

went on the defensive

.

I was no king

when I made you queen

and the courts of Christendom

went berserk

when God and spirit

and the sky is flattered

they stopped us

at the drawbridge..

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deadlock

I find it strange

that you requite missing me

with mingling

that you equate concern

with intrusion of trust

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I really don’t know

.

I find it strange

because I requite missing me

with solitude

and I equate concern

with unwavering devotion

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I really don’t know

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I find it strange

that we are in a deadlock

but solitude strays some minds

the same way that

mingling strays some hearts

.

I really don’t know..

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sausage symphony

I orchestrated

a wily sausage symphony

overturing with baton in hand

flicking and mimicking

the conductor

with stark passion

at times salivating to

smother the heatwave

whilst you lay back

culminating candidly

over the extended version

of my hard copy

feeling the crescendo

towards the finale

shuddering uncontrollably

over my masterly direction

till peace

finally gave you in..

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