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  Dear soul I am but a man full of desire, this passion it drives me, I search for peace, I find tranquility, I look up towards the hills and feel the sun's shine provide clarity and light. I sit and ponder, why is it that in all this warmth I still long for the coldness of night? Why do I allow the comfort of the moon to draw me in, am I but a muse of which he delights. My dear soul, I am a man of great complexities, a man learning the craft of self mastery, I do not seek to be understood, yet for those who understand I seek to provide much clarity. I have truths and secrets untold, they say that life is all but a mystery, But to the one whose eyes are opened, I know there is much to see. If only he may look, lo and behold, the wonders of life that lay before him. Dear soul it bleeds me to see my people suffer, to see our world in misery. Made slave to weak hearts and great adversity, were we not meant to live happily and freely? Why does this soul cry out in pain, why does this heart share mankind's agony? This ill fate, this Shakespearean tragedy, Tell me dear soul, why must poets cry, why must life to many remain a distorted reality? ©Daneille Louis Read the full article

I remember, in you I saw a reflection, Was it of light, surely all that had ever been was darkness From melted candles, flames dimmed of satisfaction, I remember a man that used to be, there is no more such a man, For he has gone to rest. Bereaved of his soul, left not to mourn but to be pleased For in death of one, becomes another. And in the life of such another, there lives a man, Valiant, he has accepted that you are no more He is a man at peace, you have taught him all you can Your life has been his ultimate test. You have learned through great adversity, now you teach, Though gone, a journey unforgotten, You've taught me that life will try to fight me when I'm at my best. I understand now the truths of life that lay hidden in plain sight I saw you search, oh what a treasure you did find, knowledge Along with strength, willingness, by virtue you taught me courage, You taught me how to fight. But of all things this is what you gave to me, Your memory, you showed me your vision, the essence of time and continuation You said in all things be patient, be free, lack no imagination. Now I sit here reminiscent, oh how I thank you, for being such a teacher to me Thank you for being that man, that made you into me. ©Daneille Louis Read the full article

Perhaps one of the greatest Poems that will ever be written, The Purple Rose is a Symbolic work of Art written by the Saint Lucian Poet Daneille Louis. The Purple Rose There will come a time, where I like death shall be no more, A time of grief, but there shall be no loss. Do not look for me among the bushes, do not seek my thorns, For the skies shall be opened, the heavens shall pour. Let my petals travel freely to the beautiful Amor, Do not miss me for I shall be in my lover's arms, Where I belong; The Nightingale shall sing his song, And you shall see me not for who I was or who I was meant to be, You shall see me for who I am, you shall see my legacy; For I stroll with time, and along our course we do not run, They say surely nothing lasts, that has been kissed by the sun. But set my memories to sea, with the tides of freedom I shall move along, And when the sun has set, prepare for the dawn; For there shall come a time where I like death; shall be no more. ©Daneille (ThaPoet) Louis Read the full article