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It trembles many when encountered
Skull sockets expand in suspense
Glimpses of joy
Elevate a charcoaled surrounding
Setting the mind into a whimsical world

It merges through a series of failures
Harnessing warmhearted spirits of faults
Embarking on a long-forgotten trip
Love was what it was meant to be
Carried away in romantic gestures

It hatches condemned forgiveness
Of lust and everlasting envy
Rubbishing juicy lips of gratitude
Scared during a nightfall
When stars hump another

It fascinates a marksmanship
Trained through cruelty of havocs
Set forth to nothing other than destruction
Halted by it
No matter the price of a life

It revitalizes blotted out relations
Platonic, romantic, passionate
Or most of all: Neither
Worry less my dear
It lugs no figment

Nipped from Pickles of Love, available at your favorite store and library in electronic and audio formats. All rights preserved.

6 Comments Add yours

  1. Extremely unique, Joseph. You are quite theatrical! Really creative all the way around!!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Joseph says:

      Awwh, thanks Amy, I guess leisure theatre classes are finally paying off ๐Ÿ˜ถ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿค—๐Ÿค—

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      1. You are so very welcome!!


    1. Joseph says:

      Thank you for appreciating Chris ๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿ˜Š


  2. Nadine says:

    Once again, Joseph, the performance (and setting!) makes it especially good, and thoughtful, and even before I watched the performance, those last lines particularly delighted me. “Worry less my dear, it lugs no figment.” Will put that one in my pocket, for sure. ๐Ÿ˜Š ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿ˜‡๐Ÿค—๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ‘†๐Ÿ™โ˜๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ––


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