Poetry: Love from Mexico

2001

Love heaven sent
Brought back to life
Manifested in any or many forms
I await it
Like drop of dew hangs from a tree branch
Slowly growing heavier
Until it plummets from it safety
To join life – on yet another level

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Edge of chaos you say –
And certainty
It's a fine line like the one between:
Sane and insanity
We tread these lines to better understand
They are both sides
Of the same coin

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Living on sewer ridden streets
The smell hits you in those
Moments between both
Starbucks and Kentucky fried chicken
The rich and the poor blended
Lead by the single American belief:
“Money is now god”

Straight from the hip:

Grass is always greener: So why do we have that urge as humans to move… to believe that there must be better more luscious pastures elsewhere. Is it due to some build up of our psyche which is never satisfied with what we have, or is it a sub-conscious nomadic past that we have not quite been able to forget? As nomads we followed the sun or our food sources…. More ...

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