Jesious

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    Jesious

    the giver gives
    delighting delicacies
    mental heart wombs
    filled
    the space between time
    and distance closed
    alone
    with pleasure
    hands full
    of synonyms
    wet with the principles
    of promise

    the giver
    looks into the
    eyez of nothing
    and births possibilities
    scatters scars of
    times lost
    hurts for everything
    hungers for greater you portions
    thrists for your desire
    your dreams

    the giver
    mind talks
    paints with the right brush
    at the wrong times
    wrong by time
    envisioned with the glasses
    colored by roses
    scented with
    the smells of the
    ancient
    lovahs
    exalted like
    the best days and nites of youth

    the giver
    gives
    innocence
    reparations
    reciprocity
    nocturnal treats
    when blowed by
    sensational lipz

    the giver gives
    to receive
    inches of nothing
    to be lavished
    with unstated praise
    to be hum'd too
    faint like the dying sounds
    of yesterday

    will u love
    me
    for i am
    the giver

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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