(And communications)
All too often

In time degenerate
(Or become enmeshed)
Into game playing

There are ways out
(But not always taken)
Alack and alas

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on November 9, 2019, in Poetry and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Used to seem so simple, in my mind I question everyone’s motives, in my heart I want to believe true love is possible.

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    • We can only take responsibility for own half of the equation. Are we giving genuine love or not? In my experience the real problems only arise when it comes to what we are wanting to receive.


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