sometimes i dream of a love because i am
existing for that wispy fragrant moment
release me pain — from your withered hands
fall i shall upon the petals of my rose
with her i shall attain summer in winter
spring in fall and skinkisses at night
bring me sweethardness softbitter moments
gossermar thoughts bobbing floating passion
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Daily Archives: November 22, 2013
SOMETIMES I DREAM
AND WHERE DOES THAT MOMENT FLEE
AND WHERE does that moment flee
to me i clearly can see —
it is always hidden within me
behind the walls of my fortress
beyond the moat of my castle
it shines within concealed darkness
And when i see such beauty in life
the bird within her nest singing
slumbering giants of white floating…
then i know clearly i see
that love and life exist
but protect i must from me
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BY WHAT MEASURE
BY what measure
to determine love
Surely not during mingle
but upon separation — I say
Then only does the heart —
feel what it has not
The mortal wound of happiness
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TRAGEDY
Tragedy — a misplaced arrow
should never pierce the heart
but follow the path of the do’er
lest decent souls perish
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AND IF I KISSED…
And if I kissed the scar
upon your soul
soothed away
the oceans of pain
Could the light of sun
touch your spirit
And if by chance — love
visited your home
in the fire
Could reason be enough —
to find my love
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I REFRAIN FROM THE THOUGHT
I REFRAIN from the thought
that death of love is for naught
that shores ebb away
from the tides of luna
All without meaning or thought
Let me dream of a reason
if I may have eons to think
that logic dictates feeling —
tears are salt and not honey
Is life bitter or death sweet?
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I BRING TO YOU MY HEART
Mother, I bring to you my heart
You taught me kindness
But this world is an ugly place
It withers the skin of my soul
Mother, forgive me for weakness
You taught me much too well
How to be a good man in this place
It destroys those who appear weak
And I will take the hand that is kind
and appease the gods that demand —
a soul for a heart in a crazy world
So, mother, give me your love
and tell me a lullaby so I can believe
in true love — it may never come my way
I bring to you my heart
broken by deep despair
lay it upon your pillow
and pray I can live again
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PLEASE, MY SPIRIT
MY SPIRIT, let us forget this pain
You and I, this night
You may forgive such sorrow she gave,
Together let us forget her sight
Please promise many tomorrows
that my heart and spirit can rejoice
Leaving behind the pain and death
That she forged by saying goodbye
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