127...Sonnet LXXXIV

It takes two... to love each other
but only one to despise another.
One to accuse...another to agree.
One to conspire against his brother.

One to forget...another to remember.
One to tell the truth and one to lie.
One to make a real difference
first as a testimony in their own life.

One to come to the conclusion
you cannot save the world alone,
but a world next door closer to you.

Real peace exists only as your own.
For the ways of men is war and folly
competing for hearts and minds stoned cold.



DionWorx

126...Sonnet LXXXIII

Oh what emotions do to our lives.
We pick and choose which are convenient.
What‘s good for today won't be for tomorrow.
As we struggle to live in the intellect

circumscribed by reasons of logic.
Unbridled emotions cast you down
after it has spirited you away
in an uproar of confidence unsound.

Not rooted on what’s best in the long run.
Or experiences tried and tested.
But feeding on uncertainties,

waving platitudes that sentence.
May I call love a truth and not an emotion?
Most assuredly there is a difference.



DionWorx

125...Sonnet LXXXII

Silver moonbeams paint the ripples

rolling softly upon rich black waters.

A timid undercurrent has visited the bay

filling it with emotion in quiet splendor.

The cool winter breeze caresses me

tracing the contours of my semblance.

As I breathe the vigor of the night air,

and take in the stars with no one present.

It is then I, absorbed in the moment,

ponder why does the beauty of it all

always surrender a place to you?

In a mindful resolute protocol,

second nature revealing in its aspects,

your lips and your eyes... what I most recall.

DionWorx

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