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AS MUCH AS I CAN by Eric Nunnally When I am with you There's a lot I want to do All at once I'm overwhelmed with the desire To love you as much as I can In every way I can I laugh at myself when I see myself trembling Stroking your cheek Or tracing your eyebrows And get nervous 'Cause I think you can hear my heart skipping And I know I'm breathing heavy And when my eyes get teary Its cause I'm wondering what I would do If you ever left me And I know I would be so devastated And my heart, so heavy That no one but God could carry me through So don't ever leave me 'Cause when you told me you cared, I believed you And when you said you would never go, I believed you And when you said you loved me, I believed you And because there's so much I want to share I don't think its fair To love as much as I love you TRUTH by Eric Nunnally Everything abused and fingered, meddled with and stained... is softly passionate and whispered til a heart is changed. Standing in the middle of an emptiness so full that it seems to be too big to realize and so, invisible; the hunters run away to kill themselves responsible. Hunted like a terrorist to silence unto death; slandered by the chanting masses' programmed prepared breath... Rebuked, as devils ought to be, and yet it somehow stays the hand that works against its ways. Accused it smiles, and killed it lives a venom to the conscience and uncured by excess filth. |
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BREATH OF LIFE by Eric Nunnally Spare me ne'er the beauty of life - what animates this Sun to intimacy; to hold gently, firmly its delicateness, and breathe affectionately its masculine warmth. And raises across its broad shoulders the silken tapestry of dawn, and strolls through the cool morning grasses blessing the freshly opened flowers with dew, impressing the dark earth with its power. Her dirt is rich - most sacred bed; bury me here, I pray, when I go. I am permeated with its orchestra of tender whispers, delicate hymns, and joyful rhythms... put your ear to her and listen... I am well in the vast ocean of his mysteries. Blessed be the day that life was born and formed this consciousness that can drink an entire sky and climb to realms of essence by loves grace. Love that created to love and planted this Breath of life.
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BLACK PLUM by Eric Nunnally A heavy ball ripe, black and round; cold and wet with morning dew... Sweet within, so smooth its skin: to pierce the flesh is my desire. Soft, crisp scent, night-purple skin, the orange-pink flesh invites my sin... and so then I embrace the fire. Open wound, oh! sweet the juice; petals now are open full. Now within I drink my fill and capture every waterfall... The essence of thirst, like a plum busted red, is a very wet redness searching for blue...
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