Robert Rittel

Those who acquaint themselves to that face,
and feel too ridiculed to embrace.
Learn its lessons, pass through and conquer,
hold sincerity by an golden anchor.
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Little splashing waves at the warm sea scented beach,
reflected moonlight large and low to seeming reach.
We were young, in love and trusted that destiny,
hearts so full of dreams and ideal ecstasy.
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Camino Poetica

Punching letters and keyboard penetration,
fostered dreams convey as salvation.
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It makes things only far more complicated,
and true values become separated.
When everything is for sale,
it has its great utopian stories to tell.
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Wave particle duality harmonic,
electromagnetic mean ratio subsonic.
Cohorts gravity gleaming in purple gold,
light forces and its tenacious sensuous fold.
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Love with what is more than love for sure,
infatuated with someone contemning every cure.
Telling new necessities about one self,
playing the game with nothing to loose on behalf.
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In times of challenge to confine,
changes speak many sentences in rhyme.
The deserving comfort to all one knows,
depth of wishes and its protection vows.
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In small proportion real beauty to know,
the full extent of perfection as slow grow.
Sense sublime deeply through all things,
a memory from long ago that still impels.
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The heart has its mind in its palm,
the veiled face of soul so calm.
The hands of heart so bountiful,
making the tender mind resourceful.
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Memories knotted by a stimulating tread,
images attach themselves to some secret pled.
Tension and liquid courage stirring the night,
graving stimulation already in sight.
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When ignorance and mediocrity is on display,
fancy title and salaries become proof thereby.
The incompetence to deliver is the destruction,
implementation without visions is a foolish attraction.
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The daily task of life sustained by care,
the generous spirit by endeavors in dare.
The eager force that creates the path so bright,
taken the courage to the darkest invisible light.
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The heat, Mosquitoes and no sleep
high pitched busing irritating reap.
Under wet sheets taken to a pilgrimage within,
letting go of agitations towards the higher self to begin.
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When the thirst for love becomes a madness of fierce desire,
and all emotion adrenaline feels like liquid fire.
In that palace of anxious kisses and touch behold,
the soul in trouble in many stories told.
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Circumstance so familiar by memory painted sphere,
nuances of colorful thoughts looking through that window there.
The same song that gives this canvas its dimension,
doors to the threshold by mystic reason as ascension.
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Music makes our spirit rejoice in sonorous numbers for sure,
a true proposition, lucid and irresistible to endure.
Another dress in destinies wardrobe confined,
inordinate mysteries of creation what cannot be denied.
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The lying mask in perpetual pretense,
with many more layers of painted reference.
The mask that everybody loves as genuine in a blast,
and the dreadful breath from the face of the foe as he passed.
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When the pain labors in begging,
and the spirit is abused by ego stretching.
All wise words given not truly absorbed,
and the curriculum divine is distorted.
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We are all walking each others home, not knowing
is a profound statement by a great teachers bestowing.
The projections of inherit reflections,
reveals itself in that individual social connection.
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Some ghost in peoples mind need to control,
every aspect of circumstance to enroll.
The raging spirit in constant demand to chase illusion,
with sweet words, drama and phony conclusion.
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