I see I’ve been replaced
By one without haste
Your poems of war
Were so cute
A budding friendship or love
For the recluse
Too soon to tell
But that’s ok
He’s a nice guy
Under that shell
Do be aware not to hurt him
Or be warned to run like hell
I will stand back now
And leave it be
This thing called love
Friendship or energy
Ghost words of the imaginings 
placid
tact
in fact
being at peace
with whom you are
is the greatest gift and lift of all!
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Peace we seek
In a world so bleak
Try as we may
Constantly fail
Hearts are broken
Souls set sail
Love is the answer
Has always been
To love thyself
Balance yan and yin
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there is no peace between a father and his son
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