label it in pink and write on it “Expired”.
summer will be here to breathe, to embrace.
A booked trip, expected with excitement.
Pale hope, but still hope, shading the eyes in green.
The wish of rain falling down and stars on the sky.
sees me return where I belong.
Halting its impulsive train on the mundane wood.
Dropping flowers of all colours like they ne’er would.
.
Communing with Nature travelling a furlong.
While it uses a frequency of a stronger prong.
.
Following the tune of my mind’s whining pine.
.
As sounds in the rush and swirl sway to distract.
Stifling the connection we’re given to protract.
.
With a measured tread to keep our vein.
I never not wanted your love.
I wanted your hugs.
I wanted your feel.
I never not wanted your touch.
I never wanted to cry.
I wanted to walk down the isle.
I wanted to soar.
I never wanted to crash.
I never wanted to be pitied.
I never wanted to be a bondage.
I never wanted to become Jane Doe.
I never wanted to just leave and go.
features and aged her by decades.
repulsive and somehow alarming.
isolate her focus on another.
and hoping for that which will never be.
that her life had become.
into winter’s remains.
reach my face.
every beast.
sleepy eyes. Stand right!
blinded by light.
a primordial honey.
And you can watch as I for once, steal a single part of you.
were realised together after six long months.
We took a chance and plunged right in,
swam against the tides and fought with the wind.
At 12 a.m. the silence screams,
deafening my senses, calming my agitation.
My meditation culminates in slumber.
At 6 a.m. the roar of traffic breaks through
my sleepy reverie, calling me to rise from the
warm depths of my bed. I greet the world with blurry vision.
At 1:00 p.m. my stomach growls its frustration,
demanding nourishment and attention.
Food and a hot drink convert the growls to a purr.
At 3:00 p.m. my muscles sing with anticipation.
I reward the symphony with bikes, and hikes, and weights.
I challenge the smallest muscle to hit the highest notes of activity.
At 5:00 p.m. thoughts and ideas clatter across my brain,
the sound of neurons firing compete with the voices of friends and strangers
as I sit in a pub and sip a brew.
At 8:00 p.m. my mind and body chirp in harmony,
excited about the day and planning the next.
Adrenaline sloshes through my system.
At 10:00 p.m. the chorus of activity has yet to leave me.
My thoughts shout across my fingers as they clip clop across the keyboard.
I type to still the agitation that jangles my nerves.
At 12 a.m. the silence screams,
deafening my senses, calming my agitation.
My meditation culminates in slumber.
Until the sun’s last ray.
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spring blossoms, warm smiles
fingers tiptoeing on skin
sweet dream whisperings
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
So, here we are again,
A fine-looking picture,
A sunset made golden,
A break in a storm
Separated only by oceans
And a fate half amused
By the nonsense it drops.
A year of bad fortune
Is quickly drifting away,
A smile in my heart
As wide as my ribcage,
A happiness planted in wine,
Your hand in my hand
As we glide.
You are the brightest of skies,
The softest of clouds
The kind that only winter brings
Briefly and succinctly,
Quietly and strange,
You are the beauty
Of a season unchanged,
A song in a rioting crowd.
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1.
I still remember the height,
the thrill, the danger
I had realized when I looked down
into that dark valley of torment.
The waterfall echoed my fear,
when its drops slashed and hit
those pointed stones, fixed at the
vicinity of surrounding mountains.
The wetness of throat evaporated
when I tried, slowly, to
slip myself from one of those stones
wishing it would at least taste
Some drops of my salty blood.
Without any rope, knife, torch
lying for an unexpected excuse,
I jumped into the intense depth.
2.
It was your touch
that pulled me back-
A force, gentle yet strong and
a feeling never so intense.
I looked at your eyes
which showed the latent love
you had been hiding from me
for so long!
Breathes of life were never
so light. Your presence,
angelic, your hands- so warm;
it melted me and I flowed, perennially.
I flowed like a juvenile tide,
Rising and falling in your
hands that had me protected
while you looked lovingly at me.
3.
It was not that long a time,
when we, together, travelled
to the place where we first met-
the same familiar height.
I still flowed in your palms
Like an excited stream of water
Happy to have gained a large
reservoir where none of my drops
Could have seeped down the crust.
I remember admiring the sight of
falling water, gazing it open-eyed
when you lifted the doors
And emptied your reservoir.
I wanted only one last look,
of your hands that had once pulled me
back from the same height, before
Melting completely into that cold waterfall.
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With a voice so haunting
Like a prophecy spoken aloud
Comes a whisper from the depths
Of a past I was once fond of
Meandering into the crevices
And cracks of my long forsaken heart
Like an unwanted guest,
To stay, but to never depart.
The fountainhead of time mingles
With threads of three colors
Woven into a delicate fabric
Entwined in an embrace, fluid
Changing, mixing, merging
Yet always remaining the same
The form has a taste of permanence
And a ring of eternity, going up in flames.
Stuck like a broken record,
Cacophonous is the bell
That tolls every morning at dawn
The best moments of the past
Have been recorded over
With silence and a black screen
The memories fade to the background
The smiles can no longer be seen.
Vultures come to feast on the carcass
Left behind by words once said
Meant to be obliterated by the listener,
But forced to live on in the dead
It takes two to forget a memory
Or one, if the other never speaks
But when voices whisper in my ear
They find their words cannot be obsolete.
Maybe the words fade to dust
Hidden under layers of faltered trust
And time cannot change
The ash of these remains
Dangling from a troubled mind
So broken and so unkind
And I am always hanging on
To these forgotten conversations, so long.
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All Buddhas say the cause for the completion
Of the collections, whose nature is
Merit and exalted wisdom,
Is the development of higher perception.
The Sanskrit term which is translated here as higher perception is abhijna. The closest term in English is psychic powers. We're talking about reading minds, seeing things at a distance, being able to see invisible beings, and so on. Without these powers, one's ability to help others is limited. One can guide a student better when one can see what's going on in their mind. And most of the six classes of beings are invisible to us, we can't help them if we don't have psychic powers.
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Integrated - Scottf
A person divided cannot proceed without chaos.
That was me, divided, a total loss
until God's Grace struck down my disease
with the fervor of young schoolkids
bursting from school at the long day's release.
The warmth of the truth stole over my heart
as if to say "Scott, we're no longer apart."
HP... now God, Jesus, Holy Spirit comfort me gently
while stripping away the spoiled layers a plenty.
Over the years, I've been so instructed
that I have a mission that won't be neglected.
I must carry this voice (that to me God has given)
to those who like me, stumble in all riven
run through, and throughOut, a life of sin and deceipt.
The pain from which they may lay at the feet.
of their HP, and the folks they will meet.
For God works through us all, and through me I do pray
He might work his miracles that maybe someday
I might find my own way to a life of peace and smiles.
So I might lay back and relax for awhile.
Today I have balance, I'm no longer driven
'tween a life of lies and pain, and a life I was living
inside my mind's eye, that life of fantasy and hope.
Today fantasy is real, and hope is no joke.
I'm one man with a voice, the one you've all helped me to yoke
so I might till fertile fields of love and understanding,
and weed out days of darkness and resentment demanding.
I'm grateful today to be in right mind,
at least most of the time, or well more often than not.
I'm whole and complete. I'm balanced, not riven.
I've God and you to thank. I've made barely a beginning.
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Morning everyone.
I think I shall sleep again.
My head hurt too much.
…..
…….
…..
“Um, spelling check, please.”
“Which one?” Paper looked confused.
“Head. Should be heart, right?”
-Pen, Paper, and Their Master-
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I learn about playing dot-to-dot freckles
tawny specked arms lie heavy across breasts
millions of pin-pricks form constellations
starry-eyed dreamings of futures embraced
I learn about eyelashes uncurling sorrow
brush-bristle visors hide sky-blue lies
salt-pepper fringes framing soul-windows
those glacial mirrors deflect sacrifice
I learn about phrases with power to seduce
as you lift my hair and whisper confessions
nape-kiss caresses bind me and gag me
feckless fucked senseless, all of a mess
I learn about lust yearning thirst after drought
you kneel at my feet feel my knees buckle
melt me like jelly I know that you love me
after all… you spell it out with your mouth
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As I walked through the valley of life
Of smooth roads and beautiful sights
Flowers bloomed, birds sang
What could go wrong, in this perfect life!!
Slowly, I took the steps
On this road, I was living my dream
I lost count of the blessings that meant
And then I saw the most beautiful thing
A rose that was as black as blood
A rose that was as white as snow
How could this be, fascinated I was
All I wanted was to get close to it as I could
The warnings were clear; I wasn’t supposed to pluck it
Forbidden to get close, forbidden to smell it
But how could I resist, such a beautiful thing
What could go wrong, I was living my dream
I just wanted to get close to the most perfect rose
To enjoy its scent, feel its petals - so real
Slowly, I changed my path
To get close to the rose, beneath the stars
I touched the rose, as smooth as ever
And felt the stings, pain like never
Thorns that were so poisonous and sharp
Were covering it from all parts
My lips turned blue, as I kissed the rose
Its petals, filled with poison so vicious
Its scent was no better, it ran through my lungs
As I silently screamed, what have I done??
I fell on my knees, I couldn’t go on
I felt my last breath struggling for hope
Deceived by the most beautiful rose
I was trapped forever among the thorns!!!
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Lord, I miss the way that the charcoal cooked Granddaddy’s beef ribs,
How my oldest kin—aunties and uncles alike—rocked contentedly
on the patio while they nursed their lemonades and iced teas
The way a babe might suckle his mother’s breast—
like there’s nothing sweeter than this.
Momma and her favorite cousins shucked corn in the kitchen
To hand to Auntie Lou’s big pot boiling on the stove
and let their tongues wag the latest gossip and scandals
while the men-folk chugged their Bud Lights and
watched the latest sports game on the big screen.
The boy cousins played at war games
under the bright summer sun—
Beating their bare chests with closed, pumping fists
And we girls mimicked the grown folks in the shade:
Delicately nursing our fruit punches and diet Pepsis with pinkies up.
Lord, I miss the way that this country was a home
before it got all hinged on itself and its britches in a bunch
When meals still had taste and meaning, too
When family didn’t just share their blood but their time too
When everyone had a role—
When life was its own inherent mission.
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Burbank was covered in thick and placid frost;
Shadows off the glow of the forlorn crags
were soft and weeping along the distant ice;
dusting the
furrows of forgotten
rains; and falling upon
windmills of the giants, who gave up on their Arks;
certain that Noah was again
Drunk and Angry.
Forgiveness of wild skies,
that considered the rainbow reasonable remains of
The Inert and The Faithful carpenters of the night,
who toiled until the rows of two began wandering
down Melrose and Parkplace;
guided by guise on Sunset and Happenstance,
that watched as the final couples;
the giraffes and the young calves,
who we’re burning
and guilded as they passed in the bright golds of the
Arabian vendors, whose Mercedes were coated
in the slick and haloed
wings
of the snow
before the flood.
The first snowman in eighty years was smiling
through dripping coals, in the
last light that met the high currents
of air
with a brilliant
and
curving spectrum.
Don Quixote marches;
selling silver lamps
in silence;
as life leaks
from the forefathers
gently spinning fans.
The last Noah will know the last raincloud,
over the last
skyline, above the last
couples, caught in the last
light;
to see the last sands
and
cry over
their glow.
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Love the world
and each disguise
Spirit takes.
Kiss the breeze,
breath of God.
Wet me with rain,
Your tears of joy,
Sunbeam dry me
with the warmth of Your smile.
I slumber in Your arms
hearing Your lullabies of cooing doves,
my head rests on a pillow of soft fragrant grass,
my heart beats in time with Yours.
We are One.
I am a tiny pore of your skin,
a beat of Your heart.
Can you separate a
fragrance from its source?
Time passes while standing still;
there is no beginning or ending.
There is only now.
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satin words
slowly chiseling through your
obsidian dreams
seek shelter within my
moss-covered mirage
my shores scare you not,
and effortlessly you turn my being
into your musk scented oasis
daily journeying my endlessness
has become a rite of passage
and you, my beloved devotee,
anchor me into existence
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I went to look for beauty today
I needed to see that it still existed
After a morning of encounters with ugliness
foul words spit at innocent people
a father yelling at his one year-old son
a long, headache inducing waiting room purgatory
And dates with distress
too much blood
that suspicious lump
one more test
and just one more, just to be sure
Fled to the grocery for something pretty and tasty
And found the fish wasn't fresh
And the gossip was stale as well
But the kid in the check-out lane cracked a lame joke
And it set us all to laughing
And for a moment
Everything seemed beautiful.
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Creation
An act of God
Creation
An act of Man
.
An act of Man
An act of God
Any difference?
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remember when I slipped
and called you mother?
even the air between us
seemed splayed open
like I was
just a latch key kid
pulling herself up
from the pavement
ignoring the scrapes
on her knees
all over again.
sometimes in the moments
before my legs
buckle
I think it could
have been you
it seems more
probable, even,
than what exists.
yet you -
this teacher
I love - you
have a home
what was I supposed to do
but turn from your office.
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single minds
that way because
of closing doors
in front this time
they claim their sky
the clouds pass by
to see them all
with judging eye
the labels name
pressed on a can
not over me
you closed mind man
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Tall , beautiful ,long and arced
Taking me over lands pulled apart
Winning the battle over the frothing river.
A bridge to carry my imagination’s cart.
Standing proud with arches raised up
Despairing heart, cheer up thy thoughts.
Mend my bridges and I will rush past
To undo the damages of our follies past.
A bridge to step on for air- clearing walks
A bridge to lean on, watching life go past
A bridge to talk to when all alone
A bridge to shorten the long road home.
When life gives certain annihilatory whacks,
it seems to push us from the front and back.
Cruel shoves that close all doors
To the bridge, says my weary soul.
Making a decision, to stop playing the game.
Boldly wringing out all my heart’s pain
A leg on land, a leg wavering in the air.
Levitate and soon all will be fair.
But hark! is that a beacon of light that glows
Revealing the bridge and a beautiful rainbow?
And from where did these white doves alight here?
Sanity recoups , diverting folly’s tears.
Crouched, through the lattices, I watch the river go its way.
A snake moving its tail with a feminine sway
Boats move with the rhythms of the waves.
The rainbow filling me with hope, love will find its way.
Slowly the sad music whispers and dies.
The melody still floats over the bridge behind
Till it settles into far horizon’s bird cries.
Tuning my heartstrings for a musical rewind.
A friend to advice when the night is gone
And I sit under its arch and silently groan
Framing a new sun as the day dawns
A frame to scribble my musings on.
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sleep eludes me
flutters my eyelids
teases me into bed
then sits heavily
knocking Annie Dillard from my loose grasp
but behind eyelash curtains
sleep melts out into goose down
revealing cold words
that circle through my mind
words I should not have said
the ones I left unspoken
words you refused to set free
the ones that poured from you
spinning like an unbroken record
refusing to pause or leave a breath
for sleep to slip through
I begin to count words
like sheep jumping tightly strung barbwire
and discover just how many
conversations, sleepless nights
they represent
until minutes grow into hours
and I wake
to concrete-colored dawn
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With this day
my breath beats as if a heart
stuck to concrete
cracks,
veins under skins hiding us
like the streets do the ground.
The ducks swim and the night is in the
water, a trail
left in silent propulsion as the cold air
kicks me out of this
each-and-every-day understanding.
This is wild. I can sense this.
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I AM THE GIRL:
with the colourful hair,
and the colourful language when things go awry,
who tries everything once,
but gives up too soon,
who laughs in her sleep, while dreaming big.
I AM THE GIRL:
whose not one of them.
who can stand in a crowd and still feel lonely,
who finds it hard to trust not just herself
but also the ones around her.
Who lies sometimes, to hide her pain.
I AM THE GIRL:
who spends hours counting stars,
keeping journals and notebooks
sprinkled glitter and gems.
I AM THE GIRL:
Who falls quickly and deeply,
whose addiction compells her,
her fixation on affection.
I AM THE GIRL:
who watches her back.
Who’s mind is deceiving,
whose words become her enemy.
I AM THE GIRL:
With Doc Martins unlaced,
and a slew of surrounders,
all smiling in sync.
WHO AM I?
I’m not to be defined.
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sky
azure blue
corn shining green
magical glimmer enlivens me
sun hope and heart warming radiation
permeates the hibernation of the meanwhile
until I join the sanctity of my little garden world
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She danced all night, wooing her audience
Sashaying her skirt, swaying to the tunes
Dim lights created the right ambience
Enthralls everyone, making their hearts swoon
Not one but all, entranced by her performance
Beads of sweat on her brows, she shines like the moon
She’s one of her kind, their ballet danseuse
Revered by all yet untouched, no one’s muse
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I'm dancing
I'm angry
With beauty comes deadliness
For beware my hypnotic shades and hues
Being anywhere from reds to blues
Without lungs, I still do breathe
And I expel my smoky poisons
With the thought of humans controlling me, I angrily seethe
And once I'm upon my prey, they plea
"Please don't take my life from me!"
But do I simply care?
Because all other humans treated me for small, stupid tasks
Is that fair?
"No." to both, I sneer
For the time I'm living, breathing, I shall invoke fear
Little brother who serves others,
Do you hear me?
Do you see
What I can truly be?
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you are my soul…
i see you as i am inside
looking out
to feel
with your magical sight
positioning yourself
to give me eyes
but still i ask
who are you anyway?
i know what i know what i don’t have
do you?
you have spaces
that my spaces fit in always
leaving me speechless
you are precious and tough
i’m reaching for you
you are a smile that lasts from the first light
to the last dream of you
and for you…
to see you is to hear you
knowing this about me
ever-changing as you read
my mind
to bring me my finest moments
and so i speak to you
we are reason realized
my world inside
as my tiny roots blend with you
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Why should I sit silent, showcasing manners,
It don’t make sense I’m demanding the answers,
Tell me why as a woman should I not be noticed,
It circled my mind as I sat down and wrote this,
Sisters and mothers still fighting oppression,
Through wars by tyrants who try to oppress them,
I stand by this mic & I stand to address them,
Their strength & dignity still fights to protect them,
A mother would never let harm come to her child,
A woman would fight, let passion’s go wild,
So empower yourselves; don’t let them dictate you,
Freed your own mind, don’t let it phase you.
Speak, together & loud show your intelligence.
Redefine meanings cus you don’t believe that they’re irrelevant.
Hariet Tubman made a sound with what she did underground,
Respect to her, for sharing freedom with the slaves that she found,
She saved our ancestors, who they chained & enslaved,
She paved them a way when she helped them escape,
Was it ladylike in the time to do what she did?
Maybe that’s why she didn’t share her name & she hid.
Malalai Joya still shouts we hear her voice in the air,
Giving hope to the women of Afghanistan where nobody cares,
She should be honoured for what she did in turbulent times,
As a women she stood & overstepped all the lines,
Critisist of the US stuck between the greatest warlords of our time,
She stood always strong though we feared for her life,
As I speak of Rachel Corrie I say bow your heads in Respect,
She stood protesting in the Raffah with good will as she left,
Innocent, Strong hearted, & philanthropic from her birth,
I pray her legacy lives on in all the young girls of the world.
Now Ima say Ladylike should be defined by the strongest of our kind,
As I give name to the nameless who remain in my mind,
The women who build the resistance, from Vietnam, to Sudan, to Palestine.
Let us define it by their strength & hope for them it will be a sign
Ladylike when i say; redesign your state of mind,
Cus either we get it, or we’re taking what we seek to find,
Ladylike; when we unite nations that you tried to divide,
Cus the laws that they passed we strived to defy.
We decided to fight, because there would be a light,
Supremacy spectate’s but equality, that’s our right,
So hear my words as I speak, because I will not retreat,
The chains that they placed I seek to defeat.
Ladylike; as I say that I won’t ever choose to hide,
I’ll take pride in every ladylike tradition I defied,
Let the word change with the world & it’s times,
& the spirit of the women that it attempts to define.
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Every morsel of hope invested in what we could be,
We become decrees of what we should be and live,
We live in tomorrow’s and yesterday’s of today’s,
We live in parts of self,
We live in what could be.
The definitions of fear are endless,
And simple thought are hard to have because,
The cause is just and rightful and we break fear,
We fear breaking the monotony,
We fear like frightened birdy,
We fear the possibility,
We fear why not.
Break those tendons from my limbs,
They hang loose like loose bridges do to a new town,
Break those roads!! Break that journey! (frogive me pardon my impulsiveness)
Fly those wing and perch myself on something bigger than what was and what can be,
Fly those wings and don’t fall,
Fly those wings and perch on me.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Spring blossoms’ bow heads
Giving homage to the sun
Winter hibernates
A pop of color
Amid the starkness of white
Flowers on display
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He: Change is a good thing
when it is for the better
She: What use is this quiet
if it becomes another fetter
He: Our boring lives will now
take on a brand new color
She: If blue turns to grey,
things can only get duller
He: Wind plays many tricks
on creaky wooden stairways
She: There’s more than just wind
in the deceptive empty hallways
He: For my safety, I have
a pitchfork turned candle holder
She: But it’s always safe
to look behind your shoulder
He: It is now all ours;
this giant old house
She: But here’s known to live
the ghost of a vicious mouse
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Oh how I long to see the olive bro hue in your eyes
And feel the soul rescuing rise and fall of your breast
As I lay my cheek to rest
And feel the warming shower of your breath
As the hypnotic cadence of your voice calm the age old rumbling in my soul.
I long
To feel the reassuring touch of your hand
And the encouraging confidence of your prayer
Oh how I long
To feel the trembling power of your thighs clinching my sides
Forcing the blackness to rush from my eyes
As I strain to breathe in your rejuvenating sent.
I long
To watch you pin that beauty from within,
An image eternilized in ink upon the right side of my mind
Linking us, for few to see but for us to know
But since these desires are only fantasy dreamed
In the heat of this cold day;
I would be content
Longing to-
Read Your Words
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There’s no one to blameAnd there is no shameYetThere are still cracked claviclesAnd splintered spines with tightened tendonsFrom the burden being carriedArched from hip to shoulderBarely breathingTrudging along ever continuousEyes straining to gaze at the goalFrom the bottomless pit of pityThe devil’s been busy ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Take in hand, Bowl of Clay, formed from the earth
Consciously pour
dging
od
ut
Into and don’t let disperse
Dilute with pure pristine water
Swirl around with wood from forest tree
By hand of wind formed from air
Drip slowly into fire
To be engulfed by its ashes
Absorbed into the ether
Be still
In the emptiness of the bowl
Clarity see
And melt into the healing vibration of om
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A man who was rather a scold
Whose mouth remained uncontrolled
Had a wife sweet as sugar
She was known as a cougar
Among young lads, she spread all his gold
——————–
A girl who was more than a tease
Whose wares the boys tasted with ease
Spread her legs way too fast
And missed her period last
She’ll give birth in the month of Pisces
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I do it often in my bed,
Whether it be day or night,
One time I did it by the garden shed,
It's an urge I just cannot fight.
I'll never stop and that's for sure,
In a park, on a field, by a tree,
It is a joy of which I will never bore.
Please avoid disturbing me.
I remember the first time I did it,
No longer a want but a need,
I love to see how the pieces fit,
There's nothing like having a good book to read!!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
In my thoughts, I find you stealing through
The mundane moments of my day.
As time slows down, my soul flies away
Wandering and wondering where you are.
A flash of lightning in my mind
Reflects in the subtle smile let loose.
A glinting glimpse of you in memory
Pervades all purpose and worldly work.
And the moment in memory stretches on
Leaving the laws of time in tatters.
A scenic second transforms into magnificent minutes
Of wandering and wondering and of joyous journeys
To where you might be; all happening in my mind.
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Spring Collection – Elaine
Put away all the grey and the white - here's the reason
Those boring cold colours, are just so last season
Backstage, underground and waiting to be seen
Are fashionable flowers on runways of green
Sashaying in breeze and shining in light
Parading their colours both subtle and bright
Designer displays of pure petaled perfection
Look, God is unveiling His new Spring Collection
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A gal who took pride in her style
Had a temper quite terribly vile.
When asked if her dress
Came from Buy It For Less,
Her screams could be heard for a mile.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I couldn’t have been more than seven
when I committed my first vomit to memory.
I wanted to play a game; how many
Cheerios I could swallow whole. No milk.
It became clear that I had lost when
Inspecting the upchucked bites, still whole O’s
Splattered on the tile-cold kitchen floor.
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Rumpled and torn
I gather myself from the dust
Of the storm
I stand and I brush
Myself off
I peer ahead and gather
My loins into cloth
I stand straight
I walk straight into the sun
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
For me:
Heel – toe steps forward
28 Nights pondering haiku
Freedom therapy
For you:
Timely steps forward
Pondering Haiku measures
Month of witty verse
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When flowers were
in full bloom,
I first saw you.
You were more beautiful
than any blossom
in any garden,
in any city,
in any state,
in any continent,
in any planet,
you were more beautiful __
When wildflowers sweetened
the bee laden days,
and sudden northern winds
blew those strange Saturdays
into so many lost Sundays,
I danced like a dervish
whirling, whirling
till flames burned
above my head --
And though you laid with me,
your heart walked
down a narrow road
to a temple in the east
never to return,
and I denied the ghost,
lost my//self --
And in the evening light,
I sat in a pasture
with a thousand bluebells
and waited for the stars,
and in the night
the cosmos dark daggers
shredded my heart,
and I hung naked
on the North Star
and wept --
Still,
I thought,
You were more beautiful
than any blossom
in any garden,
in any city,
in any state,
in any continent,
in any planet,
you were more beautiful__
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
She paints a picture just for me
with colorful intensity
in hues that never fade away
and paints them all in shades of grey
She talks to me in black and white
and things are either wrong or right
She always knows just what to say
and says it all in shades of grey
I sometimes wonder what is real
and often don’t know how I feel
but when I start to drift away
she pulls me back with shades of grey
She never wears the color red
but opts for white or black instead
and when she feels she wants to play
she dresses up in shades of grey
She simply lives life day to day
doesn’t have a debt to pay
she won’t let love get in her way
just lives her life in shades of grey
I look at her, to my surprise
find beauty in her emerald eyes
She looks at me from far away
I fear she just sees shades of grey
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The rain came down,
without a warning;
Soaked him to the bone.
He stood there, cold,
soaked to the bone;
Staring at the road.
Soaked to the bone,
he wondered what to do,
as the rain came down.
He could go on,
soaked to the bone,
or turn back home.
He’d come so far,
yet quite a way to go,
soaked to the bone.
He’d dreaded meeting her;
And now to meet like this,
soaked to the bone?
A million reasons,
not to go and now,
soaked to the bone.
Soaked to the bone,
his clothes were heavy;
Feet were squelching.
Soaked to the bone,
his hair was matted;
Fingers wrinkled.
This was not the way,
this day should be;
Soaked to the bone.
No, he thought it best,
soaked to the bone,
that he turn back.
Try again another day,
he wasn’t scared; just,
soaked to the bone.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A dim light sometimes
Sparkling sometimes
There, from the darkest corner of your eyes, Sir!
It flows in silent complicity
To enlighten each detail of your face
And to hold my life with a smile, on your lips, is born
Fresh and virgin
A smile with no promise to stay
Though, with a promise to return
I wonder if that light rises to set or sets to rise.
For whom it shines and for what it fades?
Will I ever know the secret of that sacred aura?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
we stab in the dark
you hurt i hurt
this night the air simmers
quietly in the middle
in the silence i hear the dull sound
of a lone raindrop on the roof
the gentle whisper of the night breeze
ruffling the leaves of the fig tree
then weaving in and out
like fragrant silk strands
scent of the coral jasmine blooming
smell of the earth thrown up by the rain
coaxing a love song
whispered into the quiet
into the hurt, here is my song
here is my soul do as you will
the joy of my eyes
the spring in my step
the strength of my voice
the grace in my body
the calm of my temper
the rush in my blood
the heat of my passion
the warmth in my touch
the music of my song
the colours in my art
my ache
my salve
is you, is you, is you
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
From sepia-tainted
black & white photographs
to a shade of forever green now..
The rains are doing her a lot of good.
The fern looks fresh again,
ready to unfold a new curl . .
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
May the love of God surround you
Each and every day.
May His word be your light
For the path along the way.
May His compassion fill your heart
For those whose eyes cry tears.
May He strengthen you to serve
Throughout all your years.
May He fill your heart with laughter
And your household, too.
May He show you that you’re special-
He made no one else like you!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Octopus, eight hands of greed,
lives where brine and badness breed,
Far below the earthly crop,
far below the frothing top, deeper in the glass of mead,
drunk on all his evil deeds.
Octopus; eight hands of greed,
slithers through, eyes like beads,
he spots his prey upon a rock,
sleeping. Eight hands form a knot,
creeping. Eight hands form a lot to take that honey from its pot.
But suddenly, a change in plot!
The prey he sought he thought was not!
the tables turned, advances spurned, the belly of the monster churned,
with a spray of ink, he slinks away,
rethinks his venture anyway.
Octopus, eight hands a flaccid,
knuckles dragging through his acid,
sulking, sulking,
shrinks from massive,
into a beast at least half as placid.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Romance is…
a delicate flower of love
that grows
in the beautiful garden
of a tender heart
conquered by the person you love!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
what is love?
is it fire?
or air?
or water?
or earth?
what is love?
is it me?
or them?
or yourself?
or us?
what is love?
is it hate?
or condemn?
or fear?
or sadness?
am I in love?
for whom?
were us in love?
for what?
are they interfering us?
for which reason?
our God is one,,
and we have no differences,,
so why they forbid us?
..screw you, authority!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I prayed a prayer for you today
And this, for you, is what I said:
“I hope you have an awesome day
That’s special in every single way”.
Keep your chin up come what may.
I guess this is my unique way
Of wishing you a happy birthday!
A friend like you is pure gold
Hard to find and treasured lots.
You’re a precious gem- worth millions
I thank the Lord more often than not
Because there’s only one thing left to say:
Friendship like yours cannot be bought.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Three cute kids
up in the park
playing
joyfully
with cute giggles
that make me blush
and miss childhood.
One Black,
one White,
one Asian.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
on these shores, my distant listener
days are frightening hot and blue
birds stopped singing amongst the green
winds strike sail in silent dispersion
unmerciful lights fall from above
sliding the walls, calcifying the stones
in this land, my missed lover
there are unframed landscapes
where no shadow of life exists
except for a soft lulled cadence
filling the emptied of breath streets
telling the world I am incomplete
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
a beautiful rose of England;
an English rose
sitting
on a sunny Winter bench
reading Bronte;
the water from the river
glistening
across a soft Summer face;
enchanting; even magical
gentle
with braces
in a mouth smiling
at the young briar rose of England;
the English briar
staring back
through school term notes blowing
in a winter breeze;
the boys
(hard stubbles and rosy cheeks)
trying to hide
nervous smiles of young love;
delicate
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
One Woman - a shoulder for her husband
One Woman - gives a hand for a friend
One Woman - a confident for her parents
One Woman - giving roots for her children
One Woman - a support for her kins
One Woman - giving wings to fly
One Woman - who makes the future giving birth
One Woman - whose patience is like the bearing Mother Earth
One Woman - her smile lits her surroundings in light
One Woman- holds the family in shape
One Woman - whose silence speaks words
One Woman - whose words speak her heart
One Woman - who knows to wipe your tears
One Woman - whose tears can melt any hearts
One Woman - keeps love spreading like virus
One Woman- teaches the meaning of softness
One Woman - hides her strength to keep balance of life
One Woman - whose anger can ignite fire burning all to ashes
One Woman - knows the nuances of being there for you
One Woman - whose presence fills the voids on your heart
Ode to her ! She is just One Woman
Offer her Time to feel her Worth and
Observe her Presence in your Life Blessed
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ode to the unfortunate English Academy Teacher in Korea
REFRAIN:
Up in the morning and down the road
to Hagwon Hell you go
The hours are long and the students are jerks
My friend, this is going to blow
Your students are stressed; they go to school all day…
They always do homework…they have no time to play
But it’s not really their fault that they study too much…
Their parents are forcing them…to be doctors and lawyers and such
The Korean economy is tough, and these kids are out of luck…
Because if they don’t learn English…their futures are fucked…
And it doesn’t really matter what dreams they hold dear…
If they don’t study their asses off…they won’t have careers
REFRAIN
Up in the morning and down the road
to Hagwon Hell you go
The hours are long and the students are jerks
My friend, this is going to blow
These children have pressure, and they feel quite blue…
But when they vent their frustration…the target is YOU!!!
They shout and they whine, they insult and abuse…
And all they do is laugh at you…when you blow a fuse
The students are tired, and they don’t give a shit…
They hate learning English…and they think you’re a prick
You thought you’d love teaching, but after this year…
All you’re going to care about…are hookers and beer
REFRAIN
Up in the morning and down the road
to Hagwon Hell you go
The hours are long and the students are jerks
My friend, this is going to blow
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one mans trash
is another mans
pleasure,
she’s been used up once
so being used again
is just ‘whatever’,
the domino effect
continues on and on
until the hello,
of THE prince with a kiss
and a promise
to recognize the treasure,
changes
everything
including
the chains,
that have
wrapped against
her tightly
restraining her wings,
from
stretching out
and flying
with the dreams,
that some one
could actually
love her
and not see her as a ‘thing’
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Akward talk, fast heart beat
Sound sage advice,
Cold winter’s winter
Imagination – Snow
Running car, stoping, starting
Why am I here?
Waiting for you to say those words,
I want to read your mind,
Nervous.
Glad I don’t here them,
Secretly sad I don’t,
Words are powerful,
they start action.
Was this action?
Was this appropriate?
No regrets.
Just a deep yearning for something more.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“ Hope you are happy to just walk in and out of my life,
Hope you are happy to see me as your option not the choice,
Hope you are happy, playing safe, playing cool,
Hope you will succeed in trying to make yourself believe we are just friends, nothing but friends”
She thought, but she never told him that,
She sighed and walked away…
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Remember those times
When things were sublime
Everything was brilliant and new
There was nothing we couldn’t do
The sky was the limit
Whenever we chose it so
The sea was a mystery
As long as we didn’t know
Call it wishful thinking
Perhaps the effect of heavy drinking
But I wish things were back
To when I couldn’t reach the top rack
The world was much bigger
It even seemed mystifying
But now it’s all about the wars
And all the people dying
Have we become morose?
It this what it really seems?
Can we face our younger selves
And tell them we fulfilled their dreams?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ate cookies EVERYDAY
She’d hang around the bakery
In place of fun and play
She never tried a carrot
Won’t even LOOK at fish
The taste of something sugary
Was her favorite dish
Mary was not chubby
As you’d think she’d be
She had a love for soccer
Would watch it on TV
One day she saw a flyer
Come join a soccer team
Mary got excited ’bout
Fulfillment of her dream
She showed up at practice
Ran out of gusto soon
Didn’t understand this
Pulled out a macaroon
The treat made her feel jumpy
But when her moment came
Her energy went flat
Her spirit did the same
The coach told Droopy Mary
She needed better fuel
Recommended vegetables
And running after school
Smart Mary took his wisdom
The Bakery was shut down
She’s known as Mighty Mary now
Best soccer kid in town
Don’t want to overwhelm you
More news beyond belief
Mary has no cavities
In ANY of her teeth!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Write to criticize,
Write to bear arms,
Write to spirit,
Fight to live it,
Write to dream,
Write for life times,
Write to sing,
Write for life lines,
Write for wings,
Fight for things,
Worthy.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The soft light of the midnight
Moon draws his attention to
Her restless silhouette hoping to
Feel the caress of his absent touch
He takes her into an eternal embrace
Joining with the rhythm of
Her breathing as the night
Evaporates into the dawn
Carrying their mind, body, and soul
Beyond yesterday’s void igniting
A flame that burns brighter than
The morning sun
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Rock me to sleep each night
Wake up to round two; is an unreal sight
On top of me you climb
Ready to blow my mind
My heart beats faster
We are a beautiful disaster
Colliding with one another in lust; with your body to master
Learn, cherish, squeeze close
It’s you I want the most
Every second
Ever hour
Instill in me the power
To believe
To become
I want to be your someone
In you I enter
Warm, full of life to surrender
Myself to you
These feelings true
Under a sky blue
On a blanket on a picnic with you
Amongst nature
It’s in my nature
To pain for your pleasure
A man wishing to be measured
By the size of his heart
What you fell for from the start
Without site
Only sound
Rolling around with you on the ground
Arms pinned down
Hands above your head
We have the world as our bed
Our landscape
Our horizon
In ecstasy with you under the sun rising
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The place I used to visit,
On bad days,
With yoghurt and spoon,
Is vacant.
The leaves are raked,
Into a neat pile,
By the bench,
And except for the newspaper,
Blowing about in the wind,
There is no-one here.
The river beyond,
Is a murky brown,
Same as it’s always been,
But,
Over the concrete wall,
On the sandy bank,
Is a briefcase.
Is it yours?
My name is Henry,
And I’ve been disappearing for years.
I can’t seem to find my way home.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sadness is whistling in the wind.
Tears are falling from the clouds.
Everyone is moaning and groaning.
For summer has ended and school has begun!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It was as simple as that.
We were watching T.V, she picked the movie she wanted to watch and we sat on the couch.
It was a French film, a very good one I must say.
We sat close to each other but not without keeping the distance I, like the gentleman I am, consider appropiate for her to feel comfortable.
So the movie went on and we laughed, she almost cried, and in her face the sparkle of surprise and amusement was showing.
Then I thought how wonderful it was to be sitting there with her, how great it was to know that she´s my friend, that we´re part of each other´s life. And when I realized all that, I couldn´t help but to look at her, stare at her and enjoy the view of her small nose, her rose cheeks and red hair.
And then, when the movie was surprising her the most, I gently touched her arm with one finger. She did not notice it. After a while I stopped, I just needed to touch her, I needed to know that she´s real. She´s so beautiful,
she´s so amazing... It´s hard to breathe when she´s near and it´s hard to believe that such a delicate, wonderful flower actually exists and is actually here sitting next to me.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Clear blue sky, white clouds
The glorious sun shines through,
Great day unfolding.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A body’s gravitational field
Must change
On days with shaving nicks
And licks from the wrong ice cream cone
Don’t rob banks
Out of state
People are pulled in
As I pass the Goodwill bins
Bumping
Or nearly
Off shoulders
And breastplates
From out of date
Soup cans
She’s my supergiant star
A pull greater than
Our sun
Needier than
The world’s underfed
I decrease with every
Revolution
Of her body ’round mine
Her hydrogen fuses quickly
Deep within
And I’m lighter than
Air
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Driven around
In an alien city
Acutely conscious of my
Inspirational paucity
There became visible
On the road side
A spot of empty space
Just right to fit the ride
The car stopped
Filling the empty spot
The rest alighted
To make purchases
And run errands
I found myself
To be the sole passenger
Sitting, watching outside
At the row of houses
Call it by any name
Providence or Universe
Had listened
To my prayers
The car was parked
Right outside
A gated house
Etched on granite
Proclaiming to be
Your Abode
Was the inscription
“Home of Perfection”
They were the answers
To my prayers
That gave me my dose
Of daily inspiration
Not to fight
Internally, with feelings
And Emotions
But to live and to write.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Life is a journey and the journey manifests itself within the words and rhythm of a song.
Like the waves crashing against the shore comforting it with its constant melody.
Music lets your soul move into a transic state,
Feel free, allow the force of the music to sour into your soul.
Penetrate your mind
Caress your body
Kiss your heart
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Bitter broken barely breathing
Numb to the chaos that abounds
Trust shattered once again
Love a concept long forgotten
Fading into dismal darkness
Hope of healing disappears
Invisible wounds freshly bleed
Salty tears their only witness
How many times can one fall
Before they cannot rise again?
How many times can one break
Before they cannot mend?
The faithful has become the faithless
A wounded heart encased in stone
Cold hard yet still beating
A living rock with a human soul
Is it better to live a life unfeeling
Or live consumed by anguish and fear?
The broken have no words to answer
Only silence and scattered shards
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Seagulls free fall on the wind
their harsh calls cut through the silence
and break my string of thoughts
I splash through the puddles
that speckle the beach and look up
the rain has finally stopped
though ominous clouds still darken the sky
I stick out my tongue and laugh
Bring on your rain
See if I care
A couple coming my way
smile about my childish behaviour
and say I'd better be careful
to dare the weather like that
As I smile back at them
I suddenly feel very self-conscious
(the kind of middle-aged-woman-caught-
making-fun-of-bad-weather-while-splashing-
through-puddles-self-consciousness)
as I realise how it must have looked
and I laugh so hard
that the dogs come running back
to see what’s going on
and make sure they don’t miss out
on whatever fun
But dogs think nothing of muddy wellies
and off they go again
sniffing out something interesting
the tide might have left them
As I look up again
I see the sky has brightened a bit
and a wavering sun tries
to peek through the clouds
Who said one shouldn’t dare the weather
I take down the hood of my anorak
and let the wind tousle my hair
while I chase after the dogs
and splash some more
In my defence
there must be spring in the air
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
History is times pervert
it watches it undress
and exposes the contours of its predictable course.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Been thinking a lot about Borges and his blindness,
how those rough hands crept through a darkening world,
the Spanish river of language quickening
past his lips as he tried to speak life
back into his eyes. Can you imagine the sudden shock
of that morning, when the writer broke his first
papery crumble of bread from the loaf, sunshine
splayed in golden mats on the kitchen floor?
The yellows and blacks of the dawn caught in the window
reminded him of the tigers he saw as a boy in Palermo,
so he watched them circle his mind’s eye for a moment,
recalling the lazy summers in Adrogué,
until the waking world flickered before him. How sad
yet unsurprised he must have been; his blind father
gave him a thirst for the word, passing leathered
tomes to his son with the hope that he would write,
why not give his myopia too?
But back to the blindness. His sight was gone in time
for him to take charge of eight hundred thousand
books. What he thought he would give for the job
of his dreams! With eyes too dim to light the page,
Borges wrote poetry again—
the scenes shaped like the tigers pacing up from the depths
of his sleep. He didn’t need to see the labyrinth library
spiral open, with stories pouring from its shelves.
Rather, he sat still in the warm mornings
of memory, where the eucalyptus lanes
of Buenos Aires ignited in the dawn, the black
smear of his sister’s hair unfurling in the mirror
never winked out, and the face of his father,
his books cradled in his tulip-flower palms
spread open like forking paths of insight.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
id love to right about your eyes
those never-ending deep blues
but I see what they mean
each day in the mirror
for mine are the same as you
I have no sympathy for them
they can not catch me - like the clearness of these sky’s
its whats lurking under their surface
that’s got me un able to ter from you -
there’s a dark ness with-in you lurking
there’s a secret that’s never been told
there’s a scar that’s never been seen
there is a fear that I have yet to behold
iv seen you in a dark mood
when your shadowed by your past and a curse
the curse you laid on your self
your past holding another’s hurt
what is it that always haunts you
I never knew – you’d never show
there’s a darkness that’s about you
that’s deeper then most will go
take me in to the midnight
were your scars shine like the mist
your heart may still be in peace’s
but we can fill the holes with a new kind of bliss
your hair my be as sandy as the beaches
that edge the shores that I long for
but the call of the ocean im hearing – is no call of yours
but iv seen you when you’re hurting
when not a light will gleam from your eye
when you seem as if you’ll split
with out a word of how or why
you become as dark as the midnight
you become the darkness that I yearn
iv only wished that I could hold you so close
so close that I could sooth your burns
there’s always the darkness about you
it’s the oceans lurking storms
it’s the rumble of the thunder
promising of more
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