WE met at the local coffee shop
I told you the romance was over
You choked at first then cried
You said you have already left me
I walked away and did not look back
You were crying and so very alone
On my way home I saw a wreck —
“No survivors” the police said
Then I recognized the car —
and realized your words
Within the carnage of twisted metal
there you were
and had been dead for hours…
:: 11-10-2013 ::
I NEVER want to forget
what pain your advice bought
My thick bloodstained hands
are forever in your debt
and you, a ghost in flesh is what my heart sought
you are the sky and wind
in my eternal anguish tonight
crying eyes bleeding notes
played on broken strings
bring on the orchestra until the fat lady sings
You are the ghost in flesh
cutting into my brain
forget the dinner and bring on the cake
so much pain
never want to forget the pleasure of a half measure
makes you so happy and me so insane
Till the curtain falls you are within the halls of my soul
— // —
I WALKED into darkness and she embraced me
all the while her eyes kept looking for weakness
I stayed for a while and shared a cup of tea
I politely told her that I could only stay
for 4 or 5 years and not a day more — you see
it was enough for her if enough for me
on the last day darkness wept to lose a friend
but I embraced her cold hands and kissed her lips
and said I loved her melancholy but must leave to live
// — //
FIERCELY my desire burns within
my heart – a rare survivor
a medieval fortress upon —
rolling hills and orchards
Such a scale is my passion
high curtain walls and towers
portcullis never used on you
only your footsteps —
upon the Great Hall
Come to me, against the wind
your travel less a burden
than my will greater for you
toward me from Torquay come
We shall dance and love forever
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