THESE SIMPLE NIGHTS are
simple dreams
if you are going to
dreamland take parsley
,sage and a white candle
and remember those you
left behind: they were once
the best friends in love
tell her to meet me outside
by the deep forest green —
express the light and spirit
i once felt when she first kissed
me there. A scarlet mark upon
my heart and Life which I shall
wear with honor for the true love
of mine.
:: 07.23.2020 ::
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Terrible, I assume you know your name.
Mister Terrible, the cloth of worn souls,
and shoes like holes without space beneath.
My assumption — which I have only paid by
pain and sorrow; you think beauty when
others mention you. And nature, ah! A
balanced blade upon scales, slicing life
by the kilogram, cleaving hearts and leaving
the best of life upon the table of sorrow!
Depart! Leave me and your day along with you!
:: 10-31-2014 ::
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