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Bench of Chance

A cold breeze and a slight shiver
noticing a smiling eye glancing her way
The thought of his kiss makes her lip quiver
Final page in her book; Closed, but should she stay?

He smiles at her uncertainty of choice,
the enters her presence with voice.
An audible greeting returned by a gesture.
So starts a relationship to fester

Conversation starts to fill the silence
a friendly chuckle makes him feel at ease
the reassuring slight touch makes her feel at peace
A passerby wonders if it’s love he senses…

Time passes as they get lost in words
the curiosity of their chance meeting
Together they decide to challenge fate!
Sharing a fond farewell they left unsure…

T-Junction

Just imagine
faultlessness
excellence
accomplishment
so immaculate
perfect art of creation
not a thing less
not a thing more
nature in its totality
what else does one wish for possession

Light detecting organ look seeing
having an ear to the ground
lips moving silently
tongue lost
no gold nor bronze or silver
could hold a candle to she

Deep sigh I took
deep seated upon the rock
as if I cannot walk
good lord of my rock
make me walk

The day is still young
I got to run to enter the field
just begun is the contest
radar trap has been set
advice is to advance

Giddy-up giddy-up
I am galloping
but lend me your ear one more time
let me blow the gaff
a handler of a junction box
where all cables meet
is not mine innate
a butcher knife
ruin of all hopes
me don’t wanna fall headlong

For signs and more signs
I have seen
lights flashing red gold green
red gold green
stop caution and go

This is the T-junction
me got to turn right
the light that stimulates the sight
and makes everything visible
is brighter at the end of the tunnel
whereof I shall write
make some chants
join with me
and make it right .

By Prince Shapiro

Divine

I want to breathe in the light that you shine
I want to breathe it, and become as divine
Divine as you are when you hand out your smile
as divine as when your grace rest upon the while.

Let me breath in your sorrows so your eyes keep their shine
Let me lay you down on flowers each time
Let me show you my love while my hand brush your cheek
and allow me to show the words I can’t speak…

I Wish That You Were Here

I wish that you were so close for me to run my fingers along your jawline.
I wish that you were here so that we could both colour and draw imaginary lines;
And argue, and dance to silence, and laugh.

I wish that you were so close for me to jump on your back whilst you cook our dinner.
I wish that you were here so that we could discuss work, and politics, and soccer, and music;
And argue, and dance to silence, and laugh.

I wish that you were so close for me to tell you about art, parks, poetry, and coffee.
I wish that you were here to watch me pee, and make fun of me;
And argue, and dance to silence, and laugh.

I wish that you were so close for me to sit on you, block your view whilst you watch your favourite channel.
I wish that you were here to twist my nose and tell me that it’s cute;
And argue, and dance to silence, and laugh.

I wish that you were so close for me to step on your feet whilst we hold each other with locked eyes.
I wish that you were here so that we could switch on the television and ignore it;
And argue, and dance to silence, and laugh.

I wish that you were so close for us to love each other unconditionally and hate each other at the same time.
I wish that you were here for us to argue, and dance to silence, and laugh;
And argue, and dance to silence, and laugh.

Why?

Why do I feel so confused?
This isn’t me
I am usually decisive, strong and completely in control
But I feel lost, sad and emotionally needy
Why?

I never let things get me down
I am never insecure
I always know where I am and who I am
Why not now?

Why does he have such a hold?
Why does falling for someone have to be this hard?
It feels like punishment and what did I do to deserve it.

Why did we even meet when it’s clear we’re not meant to be together
What is the purpose?
I know I should be looking for the lesson in it… Why can’t I see it?

I’m asking all the questions with no answer at the ready..
I think I now why… I’M just not ready

To hear the answers I know to be true
Because it means that I have will have to give up you.

O! Lord God

Looking at your Wondrous Love
I am humbled,
Thus I am rooted in you.

Looking at your Wondrous Grace
I am blessed,
Thus I am thankful.

Believing in your Powerful Blood
I am cleansed,
Thus I am redeemed.

Believing in your Living Word
I am encouraged,
Thus I am strengthened.

Looking at your Creation
I am amazed,
Thus I am praiseful.

Accepting your Forgiveness
I am revived,
Thus I am refreshed.

Prison of Love

Prison of Love!
Prison of Love!

I used to roam
The streets of
Loneliness a good
Citizen I was.

That is, till I met you.
The crime of verbal abuse
I committed insulting the loneliness
That I found within.
Taking me to the court of
Your mind I was free
To go for lack of evidence.

But then not long after,
I was back in the court
Of your heart, for stalking.
For I never saw such
Beauty in my life,
All I could do was follow
Wherever you went.
Again I was set
Free with a warning,
With warning though
I saw invitation.

Destiny having its way
I was now at the tribunal court,
With Judge Mind, Judge Heart,
And Judge Soul present.
Charged with physical abuse
To your honey coated lips,
Igniting violence toward loneliness.
I was sentenced to life
Imprisonment in the
Prison of Love.

Yes the Prison of Love,
Am now an inmate.
With love, trust, and care
Providing maximum security,
Escape I could not even imagine.
Parole I will not accept.

Heavy chains of trust
I rather carry.
Ridicule from the world
I rather enjoy.
In the hawk like monitoring by the
Guards I feel treasured and loved.
Yes in the Prison of Love.

Good citizens, I plead with you
Commit the crimes of love, your
Prison awaits.

Dear baby – (Something Casual)

I’m sitting on the bed trying to sort out our clothes and shoes; we both know that this is crucial.
The room is a mess; everything is everywhere as usual.
The bed has just started to vibrate; it’s your phone, it’s ringing – something casual.

“Something Casual” is the identity of the caller.
“Something Casual”, I’m thinking to myself, it should be your doctor.
I’m trying to figure out if it’s safe to answer but a note just fell from your drawer.
It reads, “I miss you, my mauler”

Now I’m holding your phone but my mind is on the note.
“Something casual” can wait, right? They’re not a cow or a goat;
Because, you meet with them every time when you put on that cute coat.
Stoat. Stoat. Stoat!

“Something casual” just texted; open quote -I miss you baby- end of quote.
Now I’m standing here holding this note, your phone, and my soul in my hands like a lost boat.
I can’t breathe; something (maybe words) but something is blocking my throat.
The words on this note. The words on this text. The words that they wrote.

I’m starting to lose my mind, baby; this can’t be your phone.
The text – the note, they both carry a heavy romantic tone.
Romantic tone so heavy, it feels like I’m swallowing hot stones.
“Something Casual” is talking about how you have to put a ring on it; the affair is now fully grown?
“Something Casual” is discussing things unknown;
Things unknown to me; I feel dethroned.

I’m pacing up and down
I’m confused, my face has a death frown.
The note makes a mention of some red gown.
Perhaps forgotten at the hotel in that small town?
Isn’t this the same gown that I’ve been wearing every time that my soul was a bit down?

The one that I found in your suitcase and you said you’d forgotten to give to me on your arrival?
The morning after the night that you said, you were going to your church revival.
I remember how happy you were that morning; you mentioned something about some love survival.
Or something.
I don’t remember anything.
I think I’m mixing up everything.
Perhaps I should continue to sort out this mess; I’m sure that the note and the text mean nothing.

Come home soon, baby -I miss you !

I Don’t Believe In Illusions

A profoundly tender,
Passionate affection for another person.
But if its sooo tender,
Then why is that
All those who claim it hurt the other “person” frequently?

Tell me, why is it that everytime i think i have found “it”
I open the package and. .
Baaam! It wasnt “it”
One minute its there
The next, its gone.

We are told that we are allowed to make mistakes
But when we do we are told we ruined our stakes
And suddenly we dont have what it takes
All these by those who claim to have a ” profoundly tender,
passionate affection” for us
What to call them?
Nothing but a bunch of fakes.

Fake, thats an interesting word.
I mean if they are “fake”
Then that means their feelings are. . . Fake,right?
Which brings us back to my status quo

I mean if its fake
And we are made to believe it
Then its an illusion

Yep
Love is an illusion
I dont believe in illusions. .

#26 (haiku)

yellow petals turning to the sun —
perhaps they think I fear their beauty

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