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Love just is....

Love doesn't have reason for being
it just exists in each of us.
Love doesn't have an explanation
it just lingers all around us.

Searching for love, searching for hate
wanting warmth, yet finding ice.
They said put your past behind you
yet the past is like a head full of lice.

Never ridding ourselves of its pain
of its undesirable memory
How can we forget the lessons
learned in out infantry?

Poetry is nothing
just an escape from the blade
that blade that we call Love
that knife which we ourselves made.

Some people judge, others no
Judging relieves from us a certain void
finding fault in others releases our own guilt
those that don't judge, are always with themselves annoyed.

-Olsen W. Potter-

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3 comments

When did you write this?

Between 11:00 and 12:00 I wrote a poem that began with the exact same words, I am not kidding either.

Wow!

9/28/2005 12:55 PM

I posted the poem at my poetry blog if you want to read it...

I love this poem, I love it to death, its fabulous.

We need to form a blog poetry group.

9/28/2005 1:22 PM
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