A TIDE of
unceasing fear
like falcon-clutched throat
belies my appearance in light
On the surface —
no ripple
beneath the veil
a crashing winter ocean
To be…
one wave short
of a shipwreck
— without rescue boat
Abandon deck
all below
we sink
with mast and sail
Who cries
for the lost
at sea — the gulls shriek
beneath the tides —
the souls
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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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KILL me first
then gently kiss me
give birth to my reason
then erase all my meaning
tell me you really care
while you burn away my dreams
tread softly upon my reasons
while stabbing my tender heart
but never say you hate me
nor lie to my ears while I sleep
just hug me with your sharp talons
and on the morning gently bury me
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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…
But 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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