My love, my pulse.
I give to you my pulse and everything else.
I give my loyalty in plurality,
I give my love, whereof.
I give you my pride, to ride.
I give you the air, and a tear.
I give you it all, as the tall fall heavy, in an empty universe of song and forbidden verse.
Or of nothing worse, at least we have each other like a warm blanket to cover,
And protect us from the evil we have yet to discover.
For not everything’s good, nor any old mood will reflect like a piece of glass broken.
Broken and cracked on the wall hanging fast.
As we lead to the future and reflect with the past.
For the future is to history and the future is the past.
For even the insane repeats again, again and again.
I give my loyalty in plurality,
I give my love, whereof.
I give you my pride, to ride.
I give you the air, and a tear.
I give you it all, as the tall fall heavy, in an empty universe of song and forbidden verse.
Or of nothing worse, at least we have each other like a warm blanket to cover,
And protect us from the evil we have yet to discover.
For not everything’s good, nor any old mood will reflect like a piece of glass broken.
Broken and cracked on the wall hanging fast.
As we lead to the future and reflect with the past.
For the future is to history and the future is the past.
For even the insane repeats again, again and again.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 4th, 2025 09:19
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Comments3
The unity of all is encompassed in this poem, interrelationships, symbiosis and how everything fits. Lovely
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Beautifully written!
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