A Mans Soul

Divide, anguish, conquer, love.

a mans soul is as complex as
the world around us, the need
for peace and love exist, and are
virtuous, a mans dark side displays,
anger, hatred, and war, our lust
for blood is as equal to our lust for
peace, to quench our thirst, blood
shed exist, we look for a balanced
world of hate and love, no one
way, a mans righteousness is only
as big as the sins he commits. a
man can be as pure as rose, or as
twisted as the night sky.

poem by Chris Tiganescu
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Time Heals Nothing

The past is a gone memory, the present is bleak, so far and so close, with no power to seek for the light that has eluded grasp, these moments are the moments where the question of man arises and we must choose between what is right and what we desire, for the phrase time heals all wounds is a misleading term that offers nothing but confusion to those who know not what it means, memory is our key, yet not every memory is meant to be unlocked, at times it is better to let go then to pursue a hopeles answer, and in this we find that we have wasted our lives.

poem by Chris Tiganescu
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