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YOU whispered
empty nothings
and kissed my face
and had me
walk the plank
— beneath me
hungry sharks
I asked you for a raft
But you gave
— me nothing
For you I showed
an ocean full of love
But you set your sails
into such stormy seas
Our treasure
— then I buried
on our secret island
but you burned
the map within your bosom
I kissed you when
a dead fish you were
and watered your
sun-parched gills
So said the Pisces
— we swim so well
— all it takes
is a blood clot will
Drown I might as well
in locked-shaped death
Beneath your waves
I vomit Flotsam jetsam
::12-23-2013::
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MANY masks have I seen
and a few I have known
But the most of diabolical
is not the mask of evil
nor the grotesque
— but the innocent face
which behind hides
the truest of evil
— the sociopath
::12-22-2013::
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I BOUGHT a slice of peace
for the price of half my soul
The merchant frowned
as I placed the cost
across his counter
— frayed and worn
was my soul…
But then I showed
the inner half
— was brilliant
and pure as gold
‘My good man…’
— said the merchant
‘Just a piece shall do’
::12-22-2013
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TODAY such senses
ignited my way
Such a gift from on high
— oh my!
The trees melted
into the firmament
as molten blue skies
with cloud-white dew
gently dripped across
the lands of Mother Earth
What power that be
that ignites reality!?
Only love…it can be!
::12-22-2013::
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WHERE must I go
to kiss a dream
and hug a thought
or such things
— to fold a river
or bending time
Seriously I ask
such silly questions
might you smile
— or even laugh!
But it’s my pleasure
— as my heart
nor my spirit ever grew
beyond the age of two
Why would I ever
ask for forgiveness?
::12-22-2013::
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IT WAS here beneath the willow upon this heart-kiss perfect day
that I caught the string upon which beats your tender heart.
My love what would such a song be if that sparrow could feel
that which burns for you within me? And those daisies that spread
yellow splashes of brilliant sun-skin upon God’s slice of paradise
— what paint-passion colors would the brush of Cupid stroke?
And the air my dearest beloved! What if the very air we breath
— could taste the fruit-love that grows upon thy vine of delectable passion!
Surely it would fragrant the likeness of cherry blossom no doubt!
My love — the night! Imagine the darkness changing it’s ancient wardrobe
upon seeing the crystal-light heart that burns brilliant within your warm bosom.
Dear Sweet Love, I clearly confess such things are at times emotionally and
devastatingly pleasurable to think whilst alone this night!
::12/21/2013::
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THIS game
we love-play
to chase
your candy-tongue
Such a delight
for me my love
They dance
and wrestle
such intense
— labour-love
As tender
like rose skin
dew-drench
— potion love
Who wins
the tongue-fight
I say a toss
— soulful tie!
Unless mine
by teeth is pinned
within your
fang-lust clench
::12/21/2013::
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GOLDEN dreams
once I had
— like swaying braids
of yellow wheat
across vast fields
of loving land
But such dreams
— in parched days
withered-dried
and so they died
Now I sleep
and pray to dream
of crystal lands
and blue-kiss skies
She touches me
and my fears flee
Tenderly sleep-dream
kissing me
— we tenderly dream
>12/22/2013<
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I WAS lost
— when i died
from love
A victim of faith
and sincerity
bringing home
— reality
As flowers bloom
— beneath the sun
only words and acts
alone won’t lend
the magic that love
— upon depends
But within my heart
— the romantic lives
and knows one day
— here will she be
and then I will know
— she is my love
–01/25/2013–
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IF with ancient eyes
you could see
the grinding passage
of human-time
And the cycles
that dance upon
the hearts and minds
of all-in-kind
What say, for your
tender-sanity
— might plead
to be released
from the criminal act
of human folly
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