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.
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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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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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In my heart
fragmented
so disposed
As no one knows
lies and disgrace
belies the grace
beneath the sullen moon
In such remorse
searing heat
winter freeze
beneath the ice
the sun looks warm
Follow my heart
into this fitful dream
and I’ll hear you
Scream again…
Winter’s embrace
leave me alone
I don’t want to feel
your icy heart upon my face
Winter’s embrace
so much remorse
killing me – its such a haze
Trembling
sad and cold
Bring me the warmth
of a good friend now
Good times are gone
but sometimes I dream
beneath the willow weeps
Please don’t come
just leave me alone
in reprise I shall sing…
Winter’s embrace
leave me alone
I don’t want to feel
your icy heart upon my face
Winter’s embrace
so much remorse
killing me – its such a haze
sometimes too long
worn out shoes
take me home
to the paradise I knew
I will kneel and pray
for all my mistakes
Heaven sends you my way
but hell prays you stay…
Winter’s embrace
Don’t you stay
Leave me to face my ways
Winter’s embrace
Don’t you say
Love can keep me any day
Just freeze my heart anyway
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HONESTY begged — an answer
From me it asked impossibility
Forgetting my place within time
I spoke the truth — almost benign
Thunder split the world within
First a crack then a fissure
Old souls cried a sorrowful song
and blood drenched the lids of eyes
Knowing truth as some may say
is keener than a sharpened blade
Sometimes best to hear — a wind
than feel the storm of emotional pain
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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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LIFE is static save the canvas
it rolls and tosses across
the spectrum of all our souls
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