Optimus Amicus

She sees me when I think I am invisible
Knows where I am when I am lost
She makes me smile when I forgot how
Knows what it takes to make me laugh

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She says what I need to hear
Using words I never knew existed
She lifts me up when I am down
Using energies of her own to help

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She makes me think I am special
Telling me how I am unique
She pulls me out of my hidden place
Telling me it is not as fearful as I think

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She talks to me for hours upon hours
Writes when we cannot speak
She makes up words to make me feel better
Writes them so I can say them back

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She is the one person I can always confide in
I can tell her anything that’s on my mind
She listens to me and then makes me laugh
She is my Optimus Amicus, my soul mate, my friend.

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Too often people associate a soul mate with a wife/husband, girlfriend/boyfriend, lover. This is not always the case. Someone who is a friend can be a soul mate. It is two people whose souls have touched and intertwined. 

I have known people whose family members are their soul mates, or others who are friends that have never met, but talk to each other a great deal and know so much about each other because their souls connected. It can be friends with people who are married to someone else. Just because someone is a soul mate doesn’t mean there is love/lust situation. It transcends love. Becomes something more.

No amount of arguments or upset can keep soul mates apart. When you have found yours, feel blessed. Some people can go a lifetime with never finding who their one is, or meeting them and not stopping to get to know each other. 

Maybe that moment of “love at first sight” is not that, but more souls connecting across a room and interlocking into place.

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Oubliette

Darkness bound black as night
Darker even in the hole
Utilising an inner sight
To see into his tortured soul

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Desire has fled from the heart
Locking down the mind’s love door
Inside his soul is torn apart
Unable to love any more

Intolerance, mistrust and deceit
Devastating him with no regret
No longer wanting love to meet
Preferring his internal oubliette

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Hidden away, there is a longing
Behind the door, there is desire
But fear of others, always conning
Losing happiness, but gaining ire

Throughout his life, love has lost
As partners cheat, lie, defect
He would rather save the cost
And stay in his private oubliette

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One reaches out, opens his heart
Fear grips him, he wants to love
He wonders if she plays a part
If near a cliff, she’ll give a shove

He wants to believe, wants to see
But in his heart, doubts beset
So he decides he will only ever be
In his own deep, dark, oubliette

Tunnel Horror

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The Cards That Fall

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A hand full of cards
Perused with a hush
Just a King needed
For the royal flush

The next hand is better
This time no charades
Winning with four of a kind
A Diamond, a club, a heart and a spade

Then a pair of sevens
And three of a Kind
Another win coming
Goes through the mind

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A straight, two pair, full house
Royal flush and double deuce
These hands keep on falling
There’s no way to lose.

The money keeps coming
And the stakes are raised
This is no bother
Smiling, completely unfazed

The weather awakens him,
And he huddles ‘gainst the cold
Pulls a blanket around him
and shivers, feeling old

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A tear rolls down his cheek
As he thinks of his life
Taking cards over his kids
His house and his wife

He whispers sorry to the wind
Wishing he could start again
He would make his life different
And stop all the pain

He knows he can’t change the past
But he can help the others
The gambling parents
Sisters and brothers

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He knows what he will do
People’s lives will be grand
He will call his new refuge
You’ve Been Dealt A Better hand

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Brick By Brick

 

BRICK BY BRICK
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Scars from loss and woe
Memories of future times
Broken from what does not show
Tears from paid for crimes

Smiling to hide the truth
The face an impenetrable mask
Hiding a misspent youth
Avoiding questions people ask

Reflections of an unknown face
A visage with no trace of trials
Life and lies keeping pace
Pain hidden behind an array of styles

WallIf just one person sees the cracks
A defect in the protective walls
Then picks up a chisel and hacks
To be there when it falls

Throwing aside each discarded brick
Making way through grime and dust
Attempting to convince there is no trick
Each step earning respect and trust

Finally coming face to face
Offering protection of their own
Of the wall, there will always be a trace
Always a fear of ending alone

Flower Power (6)Pain, Lone, Loss, Strife
Peace, Friends, Joy, Pride
Love, Smiles, Fun, Life
Truth, Trust, Turned, Tide

© A Forbes 2014