I Want People to Share Their Poetry
The mystery of love and its timeless essence
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Takes you to a place anyone can call pleasant
Acceptance runs rampant~ tears of joy on the street
While everyone you meet plays respect on repeat
No need for shoes so forget the service
since there is no capitalism at work
there is no purpose
For money and its indulgence
hierarchy and its idle bonus
greed and its futile non sense
this world and its constant pretense
It can be a struggle to make sense
of love when it seems not to exist
but its bliss is honest-to-God genuine
Cinnamon, clean oxygen
a thunderstorm in Michigan
the summer sun when your kickin it
with your best friends despite of it. all
Despite of it all we seek a dream
that beams of ambition~ drips with passion
and in the process we put others last when
they should have been asked if, they needed a hand
And though we have knowledge, will we ever understand?
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The elements of love and what it demands~ the sacrifice of self