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Within the eyes lies
the soul that magnetizes the heart and pulls you in. Resist, you can not pull away from him whose eyes draw you forth into them. Against his chest you lay your head as he lifts your chin for a gentle kiss.
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Turn your eyes up to the sky,
the sun shoots you a glint, a light, a warmth, a tender smile, from beams of perfect mint.
A gray that creeps and grows,
now reaches with its clutches, its evil now it plants and sows, and grabs all that it touches. Its messages now blacken, the lightening strikes the soul, a crack, a thunder, morals slacken, the attitudes are coal. But the eagle now takes flight, its wings woosh guiding light, to We The People in the night, who now will stand and fight!
By L. M. Montes
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Your light it shines and warms the hearts
of family and friends who never part, though unpredictable you be, you sparkle through the clouds to me.
On days of gray and rain that spatters
warmth you give cause none of that matters, however blurred your beams are splotched, your radiance to my heart does touch.
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the dark, a snake, a remark, that bites the brain until you are bound. You shrivel, and cringe, your breath, does binge, and stabs the heart, now sanity is little. a cry, a shout, the curtain it lifts, the light of truth, and fear is a lie. By L. M. Montes
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I woke today
to find a life but found instead I was almost dead. What did I do? Where did I go? I dozed back to sleep in bed you know. Later, time it drug, I had to hurry, but I couldn’t scurry, So I moved as though a slug. I couldn’t fight this one bit, therefore I concede, to sit and read, and alas just go with it. By L. M. Montes
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When a plant wilts,
do you feed it or let it die? When the sun shines, do you hide or in the sand lie? In a moments time, when things can change, do you shrink or life embrace? When enemies use division’s knife, Patriots rise and fight with grace.
By L. M. Montes
You liked me once
so long ago, An eye you gave to me you know. But now I tend to disappoint the one whose heart I did anoint. I wish days of old be back so joy to you will never lack. And thus it goes into the sky the air of beauty that made you sigh.
Dance with ideas to
Rhythms of imagination, Eclipsing all else, Advancing the depth of Magic within.
The kiss of death, It says goodbye, Without a reason or a why, Then comes back and says to me, Oh my dear, How I love thee. by L. M. Montes
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Her life is like a doll house, With everything in place, A perfect house, A perfect man, And children filled with grace. She talks not like a woman, But rather as a child, Playing games, Skipping rope, An innocence so mild. But somewhere deep inside her, She knows this isn’t like, No hopes to hope, No dreams to dream, Just agony and strife. One night she just walked out and left, And made her life her own, Reaching forth, Grabbing hold, You see how she has grown?
By L. M. Montes