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WHAT was weak
snapped into piece
I sadly held onto
my broken soul…
My angel spoke
and said it so…
what is broken
becomes the steel
:: 01-27-2014 ::
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MY heart and lonely “I”
have only one wish
— before we die
such a confession
may sound so strange
but my obsession
— so unrestrained
I wish to swim with you
in the spring-well of love
— I wish to swim with you
it would heal my wounds
And if I do decide to swim
across my bitter ocean
— it will be to reach
your land of pure honey
I wish to swim with you
…to swim…with you…
With you…lovely you…
01-16-2014::
Leave a comment | tags: #dream, #eternal bliss, #fantasy, #light, #living, #love song, #lovers, #mates, #poet, #poetry, #rapturous, #soul, #spirit, #together, #writer, #writing | posted in Love, Poetry
IF I cried
the world
I do believe
would sigh
no passion -only
indifference
I believe
and I refrain
— delicate mind
wishes do believe
::02-15-2014::
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LIES came to feast today
upon sun bleached bones
I rode a bicycle across dust
as swords cut the ankles
of my sweet freedom
Mother called for me today
I saw her face a stranger-be
my tears crumbled her soul
and in the dirt I ate my forgiveness
nothing to kill or die for
I imagined what could have been
And my hope is for some day where
we can join as one and be love
::01-15-2014::
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SUCH VISITS I am humbled
those who host such events
Unseen but felt they are
paranormal pleasantries
They are without names
or title but speak to me
royalty and common seed
Such like flowers un-grown
Second Coming will be known
even now the knock upon door
Such guests never say
when they come — even now!
::01-13/2014::
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THE pain speaks clearly
no introduction needed
A bastard for a mumble
the razor edge bleeds
No need to plead–indeed
such weakness is meat
for fangs deeply digging
— in me such remorse
To believe in love indeed
cello speak for me…
this night I bleed eternally
::01-12-2014::
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CROUCHED like a bent shadow
it oozes into your heart chamber
this thing called drama
such distaste like metallic powder
radioactive tumor future
fester blister in hot puss
insanity breeds sore illusions
I touched the atom-heart today
boiling hot in buried fuel rods
isotopes that life-span eons
my hair fell and nails rotted
my soul in disrepair shattered
give me China syndrome
I melt through Mother Earth
and hope to reach your burning heart
::01-12-2014::
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WHERE is courage
that I see within life…
the first breath
of a newborn
the first step of a child
and even dare I say…
the first kiss of passion
With existence
such trails
shall all walk in life
aimed towards a final event…
requiring the greatest courage
— the last breath of life
::01-07-2014::
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MY one and only
great indulgence
not of liquor
or consuming food
but the air I breath
— the sun I see
Simple and pleasant
such is living life
the great indulgence
a song that some
choose to dance
with partner or alone
::01/05/2014::
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HOW I miss the touch
of tender flesh
loving eyes
such gentle kiss
But weak I was
before many born
and took my life
— emotional storm
But if I could
look back with eyes
or shout above
these screaming cries
to you say I would
— love life
live in love
whether pain or sorrow
for the living
— there’s always tomorrows
::01/05/2014::
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