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Heart of gold

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How do I get trust back?
What do I have to give?
What is it that I lack?
Are promises broken,
After they are conceived
And when they are spoken?
Have cheating hearts all hurt
So bad, that all I’m left
Are memories of dirt?
Those times that used to gleam,
Now lie torn apart as
Waking does to a dream.
How to unlearn lessons?
How do I unhear pain
Of selfish confessions?
Miners of hearts of gold
Are left with bright pyrite
Which can never be sold.
What can I get from life,
If I lose dreams and trust
And acquire love and strife?
Is this true for you, too,
That all life lives to give,
Is love from an I love you?
I am so tired you see,
But I don’t understand.
Give me a cup of tea.
I shall sit back and live,
While it lasts, I’ll forget
I can choose to forgive.

Promise

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It’s the sign of our times.
A man’s word is as good
As forked lightning in the sky.
It lights up lives
And it can probably extinguish one.
And we all try
To photograph the moment
Only some succeed.
Those with excellent technology.
And a penchant
For retaining vows.

But is it the sign of our times
That lightning is a rare thing
A quick thing
That burns, illuminates
And is gone?
Captured somewhere in print.
And broken bodies.
Or is it true of promises
Of just your kind.

Sonnet

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I took his hand, while drifting on the shore,
He mistook the shallows for the ocean.
His youth found the beauty in all the lore,
Caressing the anchor, devoid of motion.
My captain stood against a want and need,
To protect him from what must lay ahead:
Shattered lessons of betrayal and greed,
Of weighed down dreams, upon an ocean bed.

What he does not know now need not be known…
But when landlocked safety is rejected,
I‘d have to take what I myself have grown,
And sail to the deep and the dejected.

When waters roar and his eyes froth with fear,
I wish enough remains to pull him near.