Happiness is not predicated
upon him saying, “Yes”
but rather, you accepting
his response…
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DREAMS REST
How is now living today
within the noose of life
Considering lesser things
would brighten one’s day
FAN-
TI-
SIES
DE-
VOUR
UN-
PLEASANTRIES
Sleep catches the hook
upon which dreams rest
Piercing the back of skin
I dangle in twisting bliss
AN-
GUISH
NEEDS
NO-
THNG
TO EX-
IST
You make this all go away
When your kiss touches my fire
Upon my knees broken glass bleeds
A fine line between pain and pleasure
SA-
DISTIC
NEEDS
BEGGING
PLEA-
SANTRIES
But for now the hiss of eternal night
embraces the fears of my broken soul
Where no man’s land presses my mind
Against a rock and your cold wet skin
LO-
SEN
THE
ROPE
LETTING
ME FALL
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MANY TIMES MORE THAN TWICE
MANY times more than twice have I seen
the ghosts of family, friends and then…
some whose faces that I did not know
Quaintly, with ethereal elegance they are
silky touch, feather breath, and opal eye
Outside of the tick-tock of father time
It is most inappropriate to ask of them
to state their business or intended pleasure
extend your politeness over scorn I say
//–//
IF BY WIND
If by wind love blows this way
I choose to sway into bliss this day
and miss the hassel of life
And if fear betrays my path
muster an angel whose strength
portrays my great passion
For life and love
and the woman adored
by my heart forever more
— // —
DYING IN BED
The bed, a crime scene of sorts
a passion spilled in sweat
Willingly i go – to my death
He comes to me in the night
a sword sharpened by lust
and thrusts it into my soul
Mother, I’m ready to come home
but the line between pain & pleasure
is small compared to the pleasant death
The coroner will say an untimely passing
but my murderous lover knew the timing
each plunge of his knife ever deeper.
— // —
COMPASSION
Compassion is a natural extension of our understanding and wisdom.
With true wisdom we grow more compassionate for the people we meet.
And with compassion we ourselves grow wiser.
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YOUR HEART SO BRIGHLY
To thee I say:
What is the most beautiful poem
that kindles your heart so brightly
for mine heart surely knows
what brings the morning light
and the sing-song of birds
Before me I clearly see such prose
your heart, face and soul
Is thoust most beautiful poem
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