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The indescribability is limitless and none can be too much or too extreme, since love is all about extremes of fascination, feelings, beauty and fixation, there being nothing like it, no drug, no mania, no intoxication, since it's only natural, a natural endowment common to us all, which it is our human duty to use well onesidedly constructively, for nothing will backfire more easily, the consequences of which always are disastrous. Love indeed, but please ...

How could I ever tire of you, my only everlasting love? Once you get to know of beauty you shall never tire of it but remain a doting adulator, lost forever in apprenticeship, admiring senselessly completely void of any criticism, and you want nothing better than to just go on like that forever. So don't even nourish that suspicion! I am yours, and there is nothing anyone could do about it, least of all myself, ...

A mug left sitting idle upon the table, crayons no longer jostle by its side. Its brother looks on from a bookshelf, forgotten by the once cradling fingers. I smile and hold close the sudden reassurance, the normality caught within the simple collecting of two forgotten mugs ...

seeks strength and solace from complacent, honest Nature. Pic.: war-film frame from blitz ...

one hot summer night! Pic.: is of Tuscany ...

Three poems on mental health issues - conjecture with some statistical validity ...

Intro: up to 50 words (delete this text and enter your own) ...

why did you walk out on the pond I see no one who could understand a word of what I say when did you walk over the sweetness, it was slow the absence wasn’t felt until it became absolute how could you desert a place such as this you cruel friend the dew appears like a mirage  what’s on your mind, where are you now I wonder maybe turning other lakes into deserts? wars, judgements, ...

solving an anatomical mystery! ...

Twisted lives but not entwined  Bought together with chaos in mind,  Springs my thought to a rose  Betwixt the thorns,  To last a season,  For no good reason  Alas, tis all no more...  ...

  I find a home in the sadness of your eyes, a nest in your unkempt hair; I find a home in the middle of brutal wars, a house in the rubble of an earthquake; a river flows through the restlessness of your skin, I draw a dream tree, hanging juicy fruits, of past bitterness, I imagine falling asleep; inside my heart there's an unoccupied garden, green, serene, pristine, built with warm words ...

A heartlifting experience. Pic.: free-released ...

As I wander at a loss bemazed at your serenity of beauty, I just wonder who you are, so carefully wrapped up in pride and hidden behind veils, that might indeed be seven, of insuperable walls to that beleaguered heart of paramount desirability, since everyone is yearning for that heart of secrets in your charm, that beauty which no one can fathom but is there in hopeless palpability like some consummate provocation. I am powerless ...

Because the God  that I serve, placed a pain killer  in my mouth, it led to twenty-five years of effervescent, omni present, day to day dissolving. A pharmaceutical chill, feeling nil by life. Because the God that I serve, makes me walk  amongst others. This pill thrill, daily detonation, chest inflection. And I thought you  came here to save me. Because the God that I serve, sits in a jar, downstairs, somewhere beyond a  stair ...

When people around are nervous You become nervous. When people around you are anxious It makes you feel anxious When people around you are hyper It makes you feel hyper. When people condemn you at each turn It makes you feel that life has ebbed. When those around you are calm It brings calm to you. When people around you smile It brings to your face a stream of smiles. When people value your being ...