IF the world be held
by a thread of despair
let our love repair
Such state of disrepair
reeks injustice for life
and conjures illness
Where is the outrage
against such injustice
that derange dictate
My asylum is well
but the madness runs
and the keys it holds
My world such beauty
nature states refinement
In the end love repairs
:: 01-28-2014 ::
AND if the night could scream
who would hear such a thing
the burrowing night creature
maybe a mockingbird or two
It is not a practical thought
but one of abstract feeling
I know the sound of anguish
to hear such sound each night
— upon my window pane
:: 01-28-2014 ::
WHAT am I
if not
what I dreamed
Who dissuade
my imperial dream
that I am not me
What power
dissolves me
I say nothing
for I am more
— a soul to reckon
:: 01-27-2014 ::
YES I did wish
to be the one
you wished
to take
your heart
above the skies
So sadly I fall
from your vision
I cry each feet
they cut — the fall
I am only human
faults I have
fantasy not…
what I possess
Is only human flesh
You say with song
such tune I devour
a concert for God
HE keeps the mood
Such decision for you
In repose I sing
my tender love
you remain in heart
such love is eternal
and love knows us
:: 01-27-2014 ::
WHAT love does wander
within fields
of undiscovered
flowers of passion
— discovered
she does feel
such pain she knows
gives birth to love
and child shall remainG
Generations give
and our love remains
Un time we refrain
and speak in deep pain
We remain lovers
in time the same
:: 01-27-2014 ::
I FELL to sleep
with a vision
of you
and embraced
the face
of love like you
Upon the wake
I stared in need
and saw I held
a dream untold
:: 01-27-2014 ::
SUCH pain! I cannot refrain
from the deepest regret
My need to greet your words
wishing freshingly painted
upon your notes scribbled
But fate or other monster
bestowed this trick
that my heart would fall
for one who long ago
passed beyond the flesh
:: 01-27-2014 ::
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 ::
MY strength derived
not by conviction
but by those who love me
My courage not within
but received by my love
for others…
:: 01-27-2014 ::
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