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Would You Show Love Or Say It

It’s usually a confusing state of mind when women and men in relationships don’t know if to tell their partner they are in love with them or just simply keep showing it without having to say it out.

Some have had sad experiences where when they start saying “I love you” to their partner is actually the stage when the partner starts messing up or taking their feelings for granted because it now sounds like song to their ears.

Remember some of us get tired of even very interesting songs over time while others probably don’t, which is very rare.

Which would you rather do?

•Say it often to your partner ” I love you”?

•Just simply keep showing the love and affection without saying it?

•Do both but how often?



Maddening Love

If life is my witness

Love is my song

If nothing means no one

Then fuck the maddening

If fear conquers easy

I can lead on

Milk from the flower

Blood from the dawn

So here we are

Upon your stage

The laughs we shared

The dreams we saved…

Blessed my weakness

Blessed my wrongs…

As hate forms the sequence

Of one by one…

As freedom die easy

We suffrage the want

There’s clouds in my shower

And ghosts in my arms…

So here we are

Upon your stage

The love we share

The dreams we’ll save….

The love we share

The life we made…

And hearts untouched by hearts unloved….


Muse of My Writing

O! there goes my seeking gull

My muse, precious gem, carrier…

In disquietude I have waited

The world is too much to occupy

Inspiration fading into thin smoke

My mouth has gone sour

Heart beats, soaked in blood

Rythm of thirst in my throat

Fly, fly, fly…..

Sing songs of meditation

Into my belly, fill it with words,

Which inspires, Voices out from my mouth

Imprinted down without repetitions

I soar with you, recognizing the weight of encumbrance

Be damned, bonfire needless to say

Syncopation air flow the words into my being

whole I am again, my soul which grew dark

Is filled with songs of the wind

Deep into the sea, I find my bond

Gush out to the surface

Which flows back into my burnt hands

Concurrently I put down the writings

So that I can live again.