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how proudly she struts aware as his eyes follow every move she makes smile not quite haughty for she desires this hot gaze which strips her naked her walk becomes dance hot seductive tango he cannot resist (Inspired by a video of an Argentinian tango.) ---- love not in darkness don't mute ecstasy with shame embrace its true light ----- drinking from petals nectar only love can bring to delicate folds ----- the two skills i have love and writing poetry both bring only pain ----- naked on her bed waiting to greet her lover gasps as he enters ----- never having been i still dream of paradise adam to your eve ----- she chose my heart's words wove them into love's restraints bound herself with them ----- of possible sins let not one of disrespect sully our desires ---- my heart has known you before sight or sound or taste loving you that long ----- eager eyes closed tight better for my mind to see your beauty revealed ----- never enough words so i keep transposing them in revealing poems ----- i gamble for love tossing my poetic dice hope to win your heart ----- as i grow older i recall love known and made but words come slowly ----- if she were my love and she is but doesn't know my words would tell her ----- if i could once be somewhere in your memories if not in your heart • Donovan Baldwin

A wisp, a thought Hot on your ear Gleem of recognition Energy from afar Begging you to listen Imploring, crying in the dark Don’t leave me alone.

This is a great imaginative story of a journey and contest between two totally different and opposing worlds. Particularly, the love and the quest to serve justice to victims of violence or abuse, which is no wonder; reflects the author’s experience with survivors of domestic and sexual violence. There may be some other reasons to capture this story in rather a strange and mystical place such as Herrick’s End, but I strongly feel that; the author is trying to bring us to imagine and see that; there is a secretive, hidden, and unknown world that exists for the victims and survivors of such violence. Ollie Delgato’s journey from the Northern End of Brickside, all the way to the Herrick’s End of the Neath, shows us that; this secretive underworld or mystical place is created based on the constant struggle faced by victims of family-related violence and abuse. This constant struggle is the outcome of our society’s inactions, oppressions, insecurity, threat, or any other similar conditions that prevent justice to be served to those victims. He started off as an innocent, unsuspecting, and loving friend, but eventually grows to become a hero of justice at the end. This may, in other words, shows us that; many victims of family-related violence and abuses get themselves into these troubles innocently and unsuspectingly, because of love. They don’t know what will happen because they are blinded by love and then when their loving world becomes the opposite, they become its victims. A situation that they have created by themselves. But, under such circumstances, under that blind love and our society’s inactions, oppressions, insecurity, or threats; they can fight for justice, for themselves, and their loved ones, if they do something and take action. The settings of the contents of the book through the Prologue keep me wondering with interest how the initial ancient scenes will connect with the modern settings of the story when I started reading the first chapters. But as the story reaches the part on the Freedom Trail, I started getting the idea that; it will be the change of scenes into something mystical or ancient. If similar connections have been developed and established on the book chapters’ titles with specific story topics, rather than just the use of numbers, then I think it will be more engaging and well-connected. Yet, I give it a rating of 5 stars, because it is a great imaginative story that reflects the 2 types of worlds that exist for the victims of one of our society’s major social problems. One is the world that many may seem to portray to the public and the community in which they live under the auspice of normal and loving family life. And another is the world that exists under the banner of blind and unsuspecting love, where there is abuse and violence and where victims are constantly struggling for justice in solitude. A justice to problems, they have somehow created by themselves.

fragments of her shattered soul - potter molds anew diamond in the rough no more - tempered by the flames a strengthening of her spirit- the vessel made whole the angel walks on embers - angels feel no pain copyright L. G. Rogers 12-29-22

Sometimes I imagine teardrops, Small crystals upon your cheeks. I, poet, lover, would have to kiss Each one away, the flavor of Your passion, lingering Upon my lips, Filling me, Forcing me, To cry my tears, In form of loving words, Upon my lips. For you to kiss them too. - Donovan Baldwin

You are not lost The shadow man Of glorious spirit Passion flowing Words like velvet Desires felt not on skin By heart beats Pounding inside Where nobody sees But you

whatcha doin' boss? you got food in here? that why you closed the door? not that i'm nosy, but, my nose led me here, and, i heard a wrapper, and, smelled somethin' why ya hidin' from me every time you eat? Huh? Donovan Baldwin

You, me, and the moon. Our ménage à trois will end Ecstatically. ----- As you cross the room, A swaying sensuous storm, You sweep me away. ----- Entwined, embracing, Torn by warring love and lust, Giving each fair share. ----- Close as we can be, As if sun or wind on skin, Let us touch with love. ----- Ignore the mirror, It sees you not as I do. My heart sees the truth. ----- Seated beauty waits, He treats her cavalierly, She deserves better. ----- One last nervous step, Close the night outside and turn, Running to my arms. ----- How daring are you? When the storm howls in the night, Will you seek my arms? ----- If you laugh today, See yourself as beautiful, I smile with true joy. ----- Woman of beauty, My eyes see you as you are, Weeping in their joy. ----- Beside the ocean, Lovers walking hand in hand, Sharing sun and sea. ----- Each night, I muse, Anxiously awaiting the arrival Of you, my beloved, Stepping from the dark Into my heart and arms. I feel the pressure The warmth, The encircling possession Of your loving arms, And, in reverie, I hold you to me Until sleep overtakes me, And spirits you away. ----- Dove outside my door, Coos to his mate as I do, Hoping you hear me. ----- Too old for loving? That would be too old for life. Loving you is life. ----- Donovan Baldwin

"Where have you buried the poet?" Asked the lady solemn and grave. "Madam, we're sad to tell you, There wasn't that much to save." "Where have you buried the poet, Where does his headstone stand?" "Madam, we're sorry to tell you, He's not buried in holy land" "Where have you buried the poet, Serene valley or pleasant hill?" "Madam, we don't remember him, Since his pen's been so cold and still." "Where have you buried the poet, His bones, where are they interred?" "Madam, all that remained was a box Of his papers with every word." "Where have you buried the poet? I've come far to honor his name." "Madam, we've all forgotten, And there's only ourselves to blame." • Donovan Baldwin • Painting: All Souls’ Day: Ferdinand Georg Waldmüller and Franz Skarbina

I have risen from Ashes of my defeat Time and time again, Defying the Fates, And all the evil gods Could muster Against me, For I am me, And I must strive, No matter if I should win or lose, I will rise from The ashes each time For that is MY battle, To rise... Again • Donovan Baldwin

In life are many walls, Hemming us in, containing, Restraining us, Keeping us captive. The worst walls are the ones By those who should be Helping us to find our wings. Next worse walls are those We build around ourselves. Maybe we should try Climbing over those walls. • Donovan Baldwin