When Love is the Last Illusion (Previously, the White Dove of Hope)

Condemned by fate, and mocked by hope, until one dangerous word appears – love.

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Oh, you sad children of a time so evil and dark,

you are all the product of undesirable circumstances.

Your love always went stale before it could spark,

though you availed all the emerging chances

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You were the anomaly in the grand scheme;

you should have been smothered when born

Sadly, the plan remained only a dream;

though conceived by the Devil with open scorn

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You knew while you grew, you had no roots;

you were the useless moss clinging to a boulder

You had no character, no faith, and no attributes,

yet the burdens of life, you carried on your shoulder

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But you all survived, and yet you go on living;

for what purpose, may I ask in all sincerity

When both fate and life are so unforgiving,

your sustained survival becomes a vulgarity

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Desist! I suggest, or surrender, I would advise;

nothing will help you persist or even grow

Throw the cards down; please be a little wise,

just cease all efforts and go with the flow

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What did you just say? Do I hear the word ‘love’?

Yes, perhaps, love is the only solace you may ever find

It is your golden butterfly, a beautiful white dove,

in a world filled with hatred, this word sounds so kind

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Go on then, caress its warmth while you can,

till the white dove forsakes and abandons you

You will be all done with life; there is no other plan,

nothing else over the horizon for you to view

Loss and Wisdom

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Loss isn’t tragedy—it’s the key, the doorway, the only path to wisdom; those who embrace it understand love, desire, God’s loneliness, and life itself.

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Loss is the key and loss is the doorway,

the doorway beyond which wisdom lies

Loss is the one path and loss is the only way,

the darkness beyond which light cries

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Loss is the memory of a terrible past,

broken pieces of the mirror called self

Pick up all the pieces, the first and the last,

Fingers will be cut, blood will ooze out itself

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Taste each drop of the oozing blood,

the taste will remind you of her mouth

The body and the secretly hidden bud,

her warmth, her freshness, and her couth

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Loss is how you understand love and desire,

the essence of lust and the furiously raging fire

Loss is how you see the world as a quagmire,

all the selfishness, being played on the lyre

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Loss is how you perceive the loneliness of God,

it is the only true legacy of the wise

Loss is understanding life and feeling all awed,

seek it, embrace it, until the day you rise