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One Love for One Lifetime (previously, Love Just Once)

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Love once—not because it is easy, but because it is enough.

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Love only once, my son

Please! I beg you, love only once

You may have to cross a million mountains,

and you may have to brave the stormy seas

You may have to open just one lock,

and you may use a billion different keys

But love only once,

please, love only once

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Love only once, my son

Please! I beg you, love only once

You may have to live a million lives,

and you may have to die a billion deaths

You may have to dive very deep,

and you may take a zillion breaths

But love only once,

please, love only once

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Love only once, my son

Please! I beg you, love only once

For when you grow old,

and silence rules the long night

For when you grow lonely,

and nostalgia is hungry and takes a bite

You will think of that one love

and once again, the sun will shine bright

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Love only once, my son

Please! I beg you, love only once

For when nothing will be standing,

between you and the dark end

For when the path grows short,

and the dust smiles across the next bend

You will think of that love,

and will find once again, a lost friend

The Ugly Face of Happiness

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What if happiness is not sweet salvation, but poisonous seduction?

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Happiness is a wretched prostitute,

in fancy clothes and a painted attire

Her seduction is old, in fact, it is ancient,

but it tastes fresh on the lips of desire

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Happiness is the sprinkled and colored dust;

on a butterfly’s wings as the summer lingers

The colours seem eternally captivating,

but they fade within the grasp of greedy fingers

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Happiness is a deceptive illusion,

projected by the frozen moments of time

The illusion seems perfectly alluring,

but it shatters with the very next chime

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Happiness is a vulture atop the tree of life,

disguised as a magnificent bird of paradise

The brilliance of its colours blinds the eyes,

while its greedy heart is as chilling as ice

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Happiness is opium dulling our senses,

overwhelming the awareness like magic

Its fumes give a pleasure so insane,

while it blinds us to the misery, so tragic

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Happiness is pursued, yes, but only by fools,

but it is not trusted by the wise, not at any cost

Happiness breeds hard and cruel insensitivity,

while sadness brings understanding, when all is lost

A Dialogue with the Darkness (Previously, the Darkenss Within)

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When the self turns inward, the sharpest blade is awareness.

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I want a sharp knife;

the sharpest of all I have ever seen in this life

A knife with an ivory grip and a gleaming edge;

engraved with obscure ruins, carrying a death pledge

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I want to plunge it into my belly;

slicing it across, all through the quivering jelly

Cutting open myself and savoring the soothing pain;

smelling the oozing blood and enjoying the red rain

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The steaming guts will spill out;

and so will the coldness, without a doubt

I want to confront the coldness under my skin;

I so want to face the raging darkness within

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I want to feel their texture and what makes up my core;

the ice-cold mercury seeping out of each pore

I so want to sense their force, so binding and so freeing;

their powerful darkness vibrating in my being

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I want to question them all, the unanswered queries;

hanging in balance, the forever silent juries

I want to challenge them all, the reservoirs of valor;

forever loud but hollow, the reds masking my pallor

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Why do you reside within me?

Perhaps two despising lovers smiling with glee?

Or are you sent by my respectful adversaries,

not really bothered, and just two emissaries?

Song of Lilith

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Before Eve, before obedience, there was Lilith—and she asked why.

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O’ Lilith, our one mother, and the equal,

was it really you?

Upon the flowers of Eden,

the very first drops of dew?

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You were created out of wet earth,

the very first man’s very first mate

You were his equal, you were his partner;

a companion to him, his destiny, his fate

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It was you who took his side,

and it was you who reasoned

It was you who protested the submission,

the Devil’s shrewdness was so seasoned

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But then you were made a demon,

a vile and dark entity

But then you were made the fiend,

and you lost your real identity

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Were you really corrupt at some level?

Or did you have a rotten soul?

Is it because you are the logic,

which defies all faith and Adam’ role?

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Is this because you realized the concept,

or is this because you disobeyed God?

Or is it because you understood Him,

seeing religion as the original fraud?

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O’ Lilith, I think it was really you,

our only mother and the equal

You could be our grand salvation,

perhaps, the only chance we knew

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You gave birth to reason;

you did not birth us, perhaps

And you gave birth to justice,

reason and justice, victims of our lapse

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We have inherited your wisdom,

though we do not carry your genes

Let it lead to understanding the purpose,

let it become the fundamental means

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O’ Lilith, our one mother, and the equal,

was it really you?

Upon the flowers of Eden,

the very first drops of dew?

Virtue is a Demon

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Virtue is evil because it makes us worse than a whore, and transforms us into stinking carcasses.

A scathing, repetitive-structure poem systematically dismantling the concept of virtue as it’s weaponized by the religious and self-righteous.

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Virtue is a demon, and virtue is a fraud,

which we claim and raise, in the name of God

We become wizards and weave our evil magic,

while the multitudes stand dumbstruck and awed

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Virtue is a deep, dark ditch in a forsaken moor,

dug through prayers, so sincere and so pure

We become the actors, the conmen, and the scammers,

our holy rituals, always so clear and so very sure

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Virtue is a carnival, carried on wheels,

it’s all just fanfare; the audience bows and kneels

The bearded and the holy, enchant the wild crowds,

swearing countless vows upon unbroken seals

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Virtue is a storm that bends the strongest elms,

the strength of all the armies, it just overwhelms

It’s blown on the horns and beaten on the drums,

it takes over people and even some realms

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Virtue is victorious; it’s the symbol of power,

just all lies and deceits, proclaimed from a tower

We surrender, and we submit, to its great splendor,

while our souls lose their sweetness, and turn all sour

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Virtue is a sin, of a scale so vast and chartless,

which makes us all blind and totally heartless

It makes us feel so lofty, so pure, and so grand,

in actual, we are cruel and just a stinking carcass

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Virtue is a demon that corrupts our very core,

it makes us so arrogant and worse than a whore

Virtue is a demon, which laughs at our fall,

exploiting our greed, it makes us really crawl