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    Pickles of Love
    Pickles of Love
    Pickles of Love
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    Pickles of Love

    By Joseph Batte

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    We have been here before, surroundings are familiar. They are crashing flicks of love into pieces. We all know, love is a rugged series of crafty waves, meant to provide calmness. But, but, it resorts to butchering anything alive.

    Pour yourself a hot cup of water from the Mediterranean, mix in dead dried leaves or seeds, quenching your lust, and enjoy Pickles of Love, a series of Darkened Poems of Passion, sprinkled with afflicted emotions.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJoseph Batte
    Release dateJun 28, 2019
    ISBN9781393524472

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      Book preview

      Pickles of Love - Joseph Batte

      Part I

      SHADOWED IN PASSIONS......

      The kiss

      IT TREMBLES MANY WHEN encountered

      Skull sockets expand in suspense

      Glimpses of joy

      Elevate a charcoaled surrounding

      Setting the mind into a whimsical world

      .  .  .  .  .

      It merges through a series of failures

      Harnessing warmhearted spirits of faults

      Embarking on a long-forgotten trip

      Love was what it was meant to be

      Carried away in romantic gestures

      .  .  .  .  .

      It hatches condemned forgiveness

      Of lust and everlasting envy

      Rubbishing juicy lips of gratitude

      Scared during a nightfall

      When stars hump another

      .  .  .  .  .

      It fascinates a marksmanship

      Trained through cruelty of havocs

      Set forth to nothing other than destruction

      Halted by it

      No matter the price of a life

      .  .  .  .  .

      It revitalizes blotted out relations

      Platonic, romantic, passionate

      Or most of all: Neither

      Worry less my dear

      It lugs no figment

      .  .  .  .  .

      It remotely magnifies trust

      Hidden in denounced spaces

      Revolving in fears of doing it again

      Banging brains against concrete

      Questioning why thee was born

      .  .  .  .  .

      It manipulates haunted hearts

      Rambling with hallucinations of care

      Masked in grinning deeds

      Bolting insecurities

      Fated in an emanating future

      .  .  .  .  .

      It is a gesture of commitment

      Lining blurs within disappointment

      Betrayal, isn’t forgotten

      A new trend of reality

      Foreshadows worthlessness

      .  .  .  .  .

      It brightens the day

      But, but, the same it does to a night

      Welcoming nightmares ran away from

      Sacrificing flecks of humanity

      Never regained

      .  .  .  .  .

      It swaps bodily fluids

      Regardless of the kind

      Another day is never thought of

      Hailing lives of many

      But, but, is it worth it?

      Togetherness

      A FORGIVING HEART, is all you are

      In many ways, I wronged you

      You came back another day.

      I left you deserted in a storm

      You persevered through it

      And returned to I

      .  .  .  .  .

      Through hard times,

      I abandoned you

      You came back, no matter what

      .  .  .  .  .

      Cursed by your family

      You ignored them

      Raising your voice against them,

      For a first time in a timeline

      Coming back to I

      .  .  .  .  .

      Care you offered to I

      I utilized, and later ignored you

      You placed soft gentle kisses

      Upon roughened lips of mine

      Keeping I at mind

      .  .  .  .  .

      Endless love you showed I

      I tormented and abused

      Ruining a name,

      You built over decades

      You kept calm

      Ignoring village bullies

      Coming back to I

      .  .  .  .  .

      Hunger washed across the village

      The little, you obtained in blood

      You brought home

      I snatched and hid away from you

      Another day, you brought more

      .  .  .  .  .

      Disrespect, I offered to your honor

      You accepted the shame

      Blocking intruders from thoughts

      Knowing who you are

      And coming back to I

      .  .  .  .  .

      In happy times

      I forgot about your existence

      Tarnishing deeds of a family built

      You were there awaiting

      For dawn to break the trend

      .  .  .  .  .

      .  .  . 

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