Picasso
where do you draw the line
disjointed reasons
etches across my mind
a proverbial thought on hinge
what say you my man – so abstract
rejoicing voices
love shares bisecting angles
and pleasure diverge across points
a fissure in creativity moves
you crawled out
punching reality in the jaw
shatter concepts – creating new law
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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
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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
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