I DESIRE that which is mine
and give no quarter
to those who challenge
the fruit of my tree of life
I guard with constant diligence
the beauty by my side
her beauty madly drives
sane men into frenzy
Tis such a small price
for a gentleman to pay
to possess such a fire
her furnace forges my love
Fair warning to weaker men
best you chase less fair women
my stick has a spot for you
surely your head atop my spigot!
::12/28/2013::
ONCE again, as night falls
and I quiver from the pain
of absolute lonlieness
my heart races toward
unseen places —
where do I go
to find that place
where broken hearts
die alone
I fear —
fear the answer
such is my mind
to realize —
in death we gain
the love we lost
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Mother, I bring to you my heart
You taught me kindness
But this world is an ugly place
It withers the skin of my soul
Mother, forgive me for weakness
You taught me much too well
How to be a good man in this place
It destroys those who appear weak
And I will take the hand that is kind
and appease the gods that demand —
a soul for a heart in a crazy world
So, mother, give me your love
and tell me a lullaby so I can believe
in true love — it may never come my way
I bring to you my heart
broken by deep despair
lay it upon your pillow
and pray I can live again
–//–
MY SPIRIT, let us forget this pain
You and I, this night
You may forgive such sorrow she gave,
Together let us forget her sight
Please promise many tomorrows
that my heart and spirit can rejoice
Leaving behind the pain and death
That she forged by saying goodbye
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