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Time in a bottle

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Artwork: Naialie Borenstein.

Stefan Borenstein was born in Poland at the end of the Second World War. He immigrated with his surviving family Read More
  • Joined Jan 2023
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Dedicated to my two children(Oliver & Natalie) who inspired my first writing and helped give meaning to my life.

 

 

The first spoken word we learn from the time we are born is the word , NO

Then we spend the rest of our lives fighting that concept oblivious to how it controls and affects our lives.

 

The truth is, we do in life only that what we choose or want to do then justify our actions

with prefix as found in “because” or “decision”

 

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  .           Mad – Poet         .

 

 

 

 

It has always been said

a picture paints a thousand words

.                                 ..Poetic truth is …

..                                        that…

“words paint a thousand pictures plus one”

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                    Chance

 

Now here in the present and then the past

Oh! Thee that art so quick advice to throw

To let flow the words from your mouths so fast

Even if the real truths you may not know

 

Ignorant to the harms you may impose

Too eager to prove you are just so smart

All you can manage are the doors to close

And to keep truths from fiction far apart

 

How so little you care of those you speak

The pain and suffrage you force then impose

With relish the gossip and stories you tweak

And try to enhance yourselves as the rose

 

How your own lives lay wrested in despair

With what little chance there is of repair

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A Summer’s Day

 

I went for a walk

on a summer’s day,

Stars were shinning bright…

Even In the morning light.

Was the visions of you,

spinning in my mind;

 

Skin so soft…

Alabaster white.

Hair so long and flowing,

Flaming, fiery red.

Eyes so piercing deep:

Touching ever so gentle

my soul.

Stealing my breath away:

 

Music filled the air;

Symphony  of love…

Resounding in my head.

Melodies so sweet.

keeping time

with my heart…

Counting every beat.

 

Mind now wandering,

Yearning…

My loved one to touch.

So many miles between us …

Time moving on;

Longing for your body

next to mine to lay.

You are here in my heart:

Entrenched so deep…

Miracle in my life:

 

Oh! That blissful day…

When we first met.

Your eyes glowing…

Hair so soft.

In the breeze flowing free.

Adrenaline so high;

I could smell…

Inhale…

The  scent of love:

Like musk perfume…

Warming me…

Comforting me…

Soothing me…

Consuming me:

 

Profound as our love has grown;

I cherish every moment.

To rest by your side:

Times will be in plenty…

Not fear of what to lose.

Rather ;

A love so deep…

As to endure the test of time.

 

I went for a walk

on a summer’s day,

Stars were shinning bright…

Even In the morning light.

Was the visions of you,

spinning in my mind;

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A Winter’s Day

 

I went for a walk

On a winter’s day.

Stars were shinning bright,

even In the morning light

Tw’s the visions of you…

Spinning in my head.

Skin so soft;

Alabaster white.

Eyes shining bright.

Hair so long and flowing;

Flaming, fiery red.

Adrenaline so high:

 

Walking in the snow,

Meandering…

Scotch in one hand,

Pipe in the other.

Not even sure why.

Smoke getting into my eyes.

Crisp snow crunching,

snapping beneath my feet.

 

Mind now wandering…

Yearning;

My loved one to meet.

To hold close…

So very close:

 

So many miles between us~

Time moving on;

Longing for your body,

Lying next to mine.

 

As attached and deep

as our love has grown.

Cherish what we have,

and those times are in plenty

Not what we fear to lose.

 

Know well that

our love will endure…

Endure;

The test of time.

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Besmirch

 

Of peace and war;

From the president,

down to the

Street corner whore:

Rooms so full

of copy cats…

Monkeys then parrots,

and more.

 

All in a struggle…

A feeble attempt ,

settle an account.

Even a score:

Bereaved victims

crying out so loud…

In effort to suck in the crowd.

Seeking retribution …

Reckoning  :

 

Self proclaimed sages

meting out advice:

No skin off their backs.

No consequence to bear.

Shylock can wait:

 

Few souls by the railroad track…

Some wore white,

Some wore black.

Waiting for loved ones

to come back.

 

They don’t mind.

They don’t care

if one was gentle

or one was kind.

They don’t think

of damage left behind.

Words spoken in haste…

Friendships laid to waste:

 

Be it truth or be it lie…

Just toss up hands ~

and pretend to cry.

Issues left to justify:

Betrayal must have a cause.

A reason why:

Be it guilt…

or then to deny.

 

Let the flowers

in the fields now to die.

Paint the two faces

in the mirror ;

One side magnifies

exposing flaws so well.

The other diminishes…

Hiding truths to tell.

 

Rewrite the stories…

New ones to sell.

Move on now,

To where ?

I cannot tell.

Look to your left ~

Now to your right.

The greener fields,

in your sight.

 

A word to the fool…

A word to the wise ~

Choose your pastures:

Choose them well:

It is your heaven…

It is your hell.

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Awaken

 

To touch

Walk through

Float

Caress the valleys

Embrace the mountains

Feel the tremors

As the earth moves

Be one

The earth

From stardust I come

With the explosions

Eruptions

To become alive

Birth

Rebirth

To know and to be known

To awaken the souls

The fires deep within

I am woman

I am man

Hear me

Here I am

I have arrived

And here I shall stay

Quench my thirst

Long and lonely road

Sojourn finally ended

So long eluded

Search for my holy grail

Quest fulfilled

Here now to rest my weary feet

On soft silken grasses

By the river’s edge

In warm embrace

To drink from the virgin springs

To love

And to be loved

Intertwined

In time with no end

To belong

That I must

And that I do

With no thought of regret

Openly

Surrender

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         Believe

 

Tell you a story you won’t believe;

I fell in love with a lady,

the girl of my dreams.

The most beautiful queen,

that anybody ever has seen.

Walked right into my arms;

Flowing hair so red,

skin so alabaster white.

Eyes so deep and piercing…

Dancing colours with the light.

 

One more set of footsteps on my floor…

One more pair of jeans,

hanging on my door.

One more towel,

laying on the bathroom floor.

One less shirt hanging in my wardrobe.

One more head on my pillow.

One warm body next to mine.

Waking up in the morning,

skin so gentle and fine.

 

Stars that shine so brightly.

The skies are so blue.

 

 

The trees are drawing me near.

The flowers are blooming too.

The birds are singing with voices so clear.

And I love you, yes I love you:

I have so much love to give you

my sweetheart, my princess.

My love so deep and dear:

 

You must step back and see…

Your soul and your love so pure;

What it has done to me.

You changed my life

in more ways than one~

Saved me from a land,

a dwelling I once knew.

A place of darkness;

Filled with cold and fear.

 

And now I have you…

To cherish and hold near.

A world of such warmth

with heavens so clear

Waters so deep and inviting.

Grasses so lush and green.

 

You are without question…

The most beautiful love

that in this world has ever been.

I can feel your breath…

Inhale your scent.

Find peace and comfort

in just even thought.

 

You complete me~

You make me whole:

 

You my love…

Are the miracle in my life:

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                On Bleeding Knees

 

Walking here now slowly, aimlessly

Bare feet touching soft moist ground.

Pondering through countless questions;

Those possessions we so greedily surround.

 

Colours of peace and tranquility …

Around each corner do abound.

No thoughts of imminent danger,

Or that of any challenging sound.

 

All the whilst the joker is up there…

Now flying high up in the azure sky.

But threatening with every move,

A slice of our American pie.

 

Bringing then gifts and promises…

To those barren lands afar.

All those sheathed in hatred.

And then spitting on our star:

 

Now shackled and in tatters~

The jack of hearts does sit:

Having offered up his freedom…

Those who upon him now do spit.

 

Not forgotten yet abandoned

In his suffrage and pain he will lie.

Labelled a victim of collateral damage;

As his loved ones wait and cry.

 

What is wrong with this tale ?

Can someone articulate to me please;

Where lies the sagacity in this picture?

I await your answer on bleeding knees.

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       All of you

 

At night in my bed:

As my mind begins to wonder ,

Thoughts and dreams ~

Begin to unravel.

 

The rivers run deep,

meandering so slowly…

Carving their way

through lush valleys.

Mountains grow ~

Then crumble in age.

The world keeps turning…

Seeds of time.~

 

I had once walked

the sandy white beaches.

Waters lapped the shores;

I looked back ~

And I watched

the waves,

Ethereal …

As they so quickly

washed away days,

and memories ~

Of times gone past.

 

Not to weep,

nor to vindicate.

No more questions.

No more answers.

 

There comes a time

to get on with your life;

To take that step ~

And embrace what is to come .

 

And then!

And then, there was you;

Like the light from the heavens above,

showering warmth below.

You descended,,,

 

Making me to look into the mirror…

To be that better person.

Wanting myself to grow ~

To grow with you.

Held close in my arms…

Two hearts beating as one.

Bodies and souls Intertwined !

 

All of me,

Wants…

Yearns…

All of you ~

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Boulevard of Stolen Dreams

 

Walking down the road

Kicking the cobblestones

Watching them as they roll

Counting every bounce

Trying to amuse my mind

To my chagrin, but in vain

You were my woman

And I was your man

I truly did all that I can

Now I am left to contemplate

Those things I have yet to learn

Those things I do so yearn

Strolling down the boulevard

This boulevard of stolen dreams

To climb the highest mountain

To ford the widest rivers

To ascend the highest towers

To save a princess in distress

Let down your hair so long and gold

I will climb in moves so bold

Try to reach the summit

Before the truths unfold

The ground beneath awaits

Grass so wet and cold

Suffer me not this fate

On this one occasion

Let me arrive

But a moment late

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   Endless love

 

Sun rises and sets,

Moon glows and wanes…

Suffering each day a timely death;

Only to awaken the following day

To express once again

The deep love concealed within.

 

I can feel the moon beams

As they caress my skin .

Images of you spin through my head;

I can smell your scent…

Fragrances so sweet…

Feel your tender body

From head down to your feet.

Just the thoughts of you

Laying close by my side…

Gives me a comfort

So hard to describe.

 

The curves of your body~

Thighs so firm;

Shapely calves ,

The arches of your feet.

Your slender arms,

Fingers so long…

Curved nape of your neck;

 

Eyes coloured so deep …

Hair so fiery red.

Skin so alabaster white~

A gift from the heavens;

Of stardust made:

Nothing out there

To think of in trade.

 

My love for you deepens

With every passing hour.

Every minute;

Until we once again

Can melt,

Swoon in endless love,

Into each other’s embrace:

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     Conundrum

 

Step out of the shower,

Dress up so slick.

Sit back and sip your coffee,

Double sugar or black.

Nibble on that croissant …

Ever so sweet.

Eggs sunny side up,

Or turned over easy.

Glance through the papers

Stock market report.

How your portfolio is growing;

Your needs to support.

Maybe take now a moment…

A time to reflect:

 

Look now at our world;

Countries in turmoil…

Countless out of work.

Roaming amok in the street…

Bare feet blistered and bleeding,

as they dance to the beat.

Stomachs cramped in hunger ~

Pangs so deep:

Only desperation to feed

their hope and need.

 

Give them a gun;

Five dollars in their pocket,

a slice of bread …

and you now have army…

to do as your bid and call.

For a few dollars more

and a strap of explosive ~

Send them out there

to even the score.

Tell them to be brave.

Whisper in their ear

to quell any fear:

 

hush hush sweet child…

don’t ask why,

hush hush sweet child…

don’t you cry;

There is a sweet world

of young virgins waiting…

just for you ,

when you die .

 

 

Is it not a paradox,

A conundrum at best?

The differences in our world

From east to west.

What is it that motivates

And draws us asunder?

I just sit here…

Frozen:

Numb:

With wonder.

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             Ego

 

Oh! The weight of ego…

Like a chain-mail mantle;

Shackles so heavy.

Dragging you down.

Into a deep dark river,

Bottomless and so cold.

Walls of water closing in…

Lungs now approaching empty.

Yearning for breath.

Gasping for life.

Green fields are gone now…

Parched by the sun.

Weeds now encroaching,

Where flowers once grew.

Darkened skies angry.

Rain pelting down.

Where has all the beauty gone?

The tenderness and love?

Everything can be destroyed

With but a whisper,

The tiniest white lie.

For that moment of selfish pride…

To throw out

What was and is so precious.

To discard it ;

As if it were but a dirty rag.

No one left standing…

To wave a white flag.

Ego has the last word:

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    Dance

 

Come dance with me;

Dance the nights away.

Hold me close,

Hold me tight.

 

Under the moon,

And stars so bright,

Dance my pain away…

As only you know how.

 

The weeping willows bow;

Birds of paradise do soar.

I yearn to get to know you  ~

To get to know you more.

 

Come my sweet love;

Come dance with me,

Dance the nights away,

Under the light of the moon.

 

As the shadows

So softly sway…

Hold me ever close,

Hold me so tight,

 

Squeeze me ~

And allow me then…

To suck in fresh air,

And openly breathe again

 

Soothe my aching soul;

Hold your warm

And tender body

Next to mine.

Let me feel

Now once again.

 

Rekindle those fires;

Long since forgot…

To feel and come alive ~

Touch your lips to mine,

 

To drink from your soul;

Sweet summer wine

To quench my thirst~

My burning desire…

 

Let me taste,

Inhale your love ~

My love,

My sweet dove.

 

So close,

So soft,

So tender,

So sweet;

 

Come dance with me ~

Dance the nights away.

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   Endure

 

Walk free…

Free as the wind.

The breeze which

So gently blows

Rustles the leaves…

Caresses the ground below.

The birds which sing.

And,

Free as the butterflies

Fluttering up in the evening sky.

 

Put your hand

In the hand of the man…

The man from your dreams;

With his heart nestled in yours.

Hold it ever so gently~

Help heal the bruises

From times gone past.

 

Look him in the eyes

Ever so sweetly;

As only you know how.

Wipe away the tears

From his face so softly~

Know that he is yours;

Yours for all time:

 

Let him fill your heart

With unfailing love;

A love so deep…

Ancient as the pyramids.

 

It has been said;

Love fears time…

Time fears nothing…

Nothing but the pyramids alone:

 

Safe in the labyrinth~

Protection from

The slings and arrows

Of those out there

Who would wish harm.

Jealous;

Green with envy:

 

Know that you have

A love~

A love which shall withstand

And

Endure;

and

Endure:

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         Dreams gone Bye

 

The day did begin like all other days~

The sun was shining brightly on the fields.

Nestled there softly in the grass she lay;

Light dancing on her flesh that was revealed.

 

Her hair flowing in the breeze so softly.

Myriads of fragrances filled the air.

Thoughts flashed through my mind ever so boldly…

Should I approach or was that just a dare.

 

Behind the trees and branches I hovered~

Holding so tight my breath lest I be found.

The last thing I wished to be discovered…

So careful was I not to make a sound.

 

I took a bold step out into the light~

To behold just emptiness in my sight:

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   Fool on the Hill

 

Once so brilliant

Commanding attention

Ears would perk up

Just the name to mention

 

Wandering about now

No identity nor name

Surrounded in this world

World without shame

 

Forever lost now

Desert of snow

Forgetting all the names

Places I used to know

 

Memories are fading

Greys turning to black

Struggling  a chance

To get them back

 

Repeating questions

Over and over again

Being more regarded

As half  insane

 

But then to this state

No choice but to succumb

Feeling so liberated

From hurts which can numb

 

Looking into empty faces

To say what a loss

All those places

Order out of chaos

 

 

Searching for answers

Nowhere to be found

In recesses  of mind

Only empty echos resound

 

Whatever is happening

To this my brain

but in the end

feeling no pain

 

Inspite of the albatross

Around my neck now tied

And simple life pleasures

Now all but denied

 

Like a fool on the hill

Come dance with me

Enjoy what it is like

To be so free

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   Fifth Element

 

Na nan na nan na na

Na nan nan  na  naa

Na nan na nan na na

Na nan nan  na  naa

Earth, air, fire and water,

The four elements that we know

Controlling most everything

On our world that we can sow

Na nan na nan na na

Na nan nan  na  naa

One more lonely person

Staring out the window today

One more lonely heart

Searching for a place to stay

What was it that changed

The sun filled days to night

Taking warmth and happiness

Quenching the burning light

There is that one that leaves

All others left so far behind

Buried now deep into

The annals of the heart and mind

North wind can blow fiercely

Followed by thunder and rain

Can wash away the garbage

But never extinguishing the pain

When will it become more clear

And people finally realize

One must not clutter their brain

In attempt memorize the lies

Fire can burn the letters

Written to secret lovers

But in the mind embedded

The words deep still remain

One can bury the diaries

So deep under ground

But the mind will continue to hear

Every whisper and sound

You can throw the tapes

To the bottom of the ocean

The mind will still shudder

In the heat of revelation

Bury the truths deep in the earth

Pray that they will never be revealed

Veracities lying so deep

As to never be unsealed

 

Earth, air fire and water,

The four elements that we know

Controlling most everything

On our world that we  can sow Na nan na nan na na

Na nan nan  na  naa

Na na nana nan

Then there is a fifth

The one we hold so dear

Often prevents our minds

From seeing things so clear

The element called love

That can grip the soul and heart

Sharing kindness and warmth and comfort

But then in less than the blink of an eye

Can turn and shred it all apart

Leading us into temptation

Often dragging us astray

Leaving us wondering, pondering

As to what price is left to pay

Na nan na nan na na

Na nan nan  na  naa

One more lonely person

Staring out the window today

One more lonely heart

Searching for a place to stay

Na nan na nan na na

Na nan nan  na  naa

Na nan na nan na na

Na nan nan  na  na

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     Forbidden Lands

 

At last, in the yielding power,

Wisdom entered the words;

The silent cave of selfless love

Now will I come willingly within.

The sleeper has awakened,

The heart begins to beat,

Warm fluids flush,

As The body begins to quiver.

 

What is it that makes

“A chest constrict so tight”…

Breathing so shallow and quick?

“Oh, Prometheus, shed some light;

The fire which within me

Does so burn!”

 

Is this the sign of end,

Of forbidden lands,

Or those of new beginning?

Change the course of the river,

Or even that of time;

Ride out the storms,

Hold me ever so gently,

Kiss me ever so sweet …

Unguents, to soothe the soul.

 

One cannot bring back the past

By longing for it;

The pains of raggers sent out

Of provocations meted,

Wonder of what could have been,

But better now to follow

The yellow brick road

Hand in hand.

 

As we dance and sing;

“We are” ~ I say,

“We are

Going to keep growing …

Wait and see!”

 

My sweet lady

My love

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        Fear

 

Star so bright

In the heavens above;

Can you please

shed some light…

The trials and tribulations

bestowed upon us;

To play with life

so young and dear…

To toy with joy

and twisted fear ~

 

There are pains enough

through every day,

let alone the terror

to take one’s child away.

Is this the price

for promised land?

Hopes and prayers

buried in the sand:

 

Then I look down,

face to the ground.

My body curled:

With strength I present

my hand unfurled,

being only of meager birth.

Yet I present to you

amidst all anguish,

an island of mirth.

A hand stretched out…

to hold you tight ~

and with gentleness,

turn things about.

 

No room for disdain

nor foolish pride.

Just to be here….

Stand by your side:

Together we will make it

Through this night….

And look forward

to a future so bright.

 

My love, my princess,

My one so dear…

It is you I embrace,

And quell all fear .

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Forever and a day

 

My dearest lady

My princess, my love,

The miracle in my life,

Truly a gift from the heavens

The planets and stars above

 

I look upon your face

And I weep

Tears of joy so warm.

Such grace and beauty…

Red hair so fine;

Soft lips aglow .

Taste of summer wine.

 

Eyes painted hazel.

Like moon stones…

Colours changing ~

darkening

Warnings of coming storm.

A short time to weather.

Then lighten blue

Feeling light as a feather

Frolicking and dancing

A child difficult to tether

 

Like the summer sky

gentle warm breeze …

Take hold of me and fly.

Come soar with me,

Wherever the winds blow

Together to set sail

Second star to the right

Hand in hand

Until we are out of sight

 

Just the sound your name.

Ignites my soul.

These feelings of warmth

Bursts inside me:

What more can I say

My heart yearns to keep..

Keep you close by my side

Forever and a day

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Forever

 

As I sit here

Top of the knoll

Overlooking the lazy river

Meandering down below

The stories it is so trying to tell

Those garnished gondolas

Love boats long swept past

Passengers dressed in splendor

Breathing in the warmth

The fresh moist air

Thoughts now floating

In the clouds above

Ephemeral glances

At the bits and pieces

Love- me- not’s

Strewn all around

Contemplating the weeks

Days, minutes ,hours

The seconds

Before my one

My one true love

Is to come

Come

And nestle her warmth

Her warm and tender body

Into my aching

Waiting arms

When hours seem like days

And days then

Like forever

Just the knowing

That you shall soon be here

Gives me the courage

Strength to go on

To cherish ever fleeting moments

Images of you in my head

My heart

My soul.

So many times

That I have

to

You

Already surrendered

All of me

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Foreverness  of TIme

 

Who now will live

Who now will die

Who now will laugh

Who now will cry

 

Who will be born

In this our land

Who will be buried

Deep in the sand

 

As I saunter about

In this land of ours

Counting the minutes

And then the hours

 

Disguised as myself

Thinking I’m so clever

Don’t even know who I am

In this land of never

 

Trapped in this desert

All but alone

Pondering on past sins

For which to atone

 

Can’t even remember

My given name

Or where it was

From whence I came

 

Who are we then

Talking without thinking

And then again

Hearing without listening

 

Closing our eyes

Better off to be blind

Than exposed to the pain

The pains of mankind

 

Where are we going

To whom shall we turn

Why all this turmoil

Our minds so to churn

 

What path burned out

But there to follow

To be without a home

Wallow in our sorrow

 

All being said and done

One is a lonely number

But then two can be

More lonely than one

 

Nothing out there

Subsists as what it seems

Nothing is for ever

Not even in our dreams

 

Fireplace now burning

Two dogs and a cat

Feel the heat of hot

Taking off my coat and hat

 

The bells now toll

Listen to the chime

Buried now deep

In foreverness  of time

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                 Fragments

 

I never thought I could be so hurt again

I never believed one could lie so much

To feel so deep the dagger cut and pain

To be pushed away so far from love’s touch

 

Oh! Yes I have been hurt so much before

The cold blades cut so deep until love bled

Made a promise to myself never more

And here I cry now laying in my bed

 

I see now cruelty thy name is woman

The powers that you possess are untold

How easily you manipulate man

Smiling and dancing until blood runs cold

 

What slight fragments that remains of me now

Hides in blankets wondering why and how

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           Twilight zone

 

Like lambs running to the slaughter

And all I came for was the water

Here I am and here I will stay,

I will not falter I will not stray.

Hear me well, what I have to say;

I will continue living day by day:

Here I am and here I will remain

In the twilight zone balancing

That tight rope between sane and insane

 

Walking the sandy path in the sunlight

Shining down so warm and so bright.

Meandering casually through the forest,

Now I need to stop, reflect and rest.

Think I will sit down for a spell and tarry…

This load I have is too heavy to carry.

 

Like lambs running to the slaughter

And all I came for was the water

What was it that happened to me?

What was it that I failed to see?

The one who was real was me…

Why did it take me so long to see?

 

Here I am and here I will remain

In the twilight zone balancing

That tight rope between sane and insane

 

Nowhere to look, find someone to blame .

It really is a down right crying shame.

We were always dancing in the street

And could not wait for times to meet.

The flames that burned so brightly…

Together we embraced, held so tightly.

We ran barefoot through the grass

 

Here I am and here I will remain

In the twilight zone balancing

That tight rope between sane and insane

 

To the beat of drums and the steel brass.

So often we pirouetted in the rain .

Never thought it would end in such pain.

When I now reflect on times past…

Everything happened but just so fast.

 

When I stare deep into the blue,

Yes I can see now what was true.

Here I am and here I will remain

In the twilight zone balancing

That tight rope between sane and insane

 

Like lambs running to the slaughter

And all I came for was the water

What was it that happened to me?

What was it that I failed to see?

The one who was real was me.

Why did it take me so long to see?

 

Here I am and here I will remain

In the twilight zone balancing

That tight rope between sane and insane

 

I cannot believe how much you lied~

All those nights on the phone you cried;

Cried and cried until you turned blue.

And yet each night I heard nothing new:

It was just such an elaborate game,

To keep me hanging was the aim.

 

Here I am and here I will remain

In the twilight zone balancing

That tight rope between sane and insane

 

But the lies only quenched the flame .

You pointed fingers at others to blame.

The truths leaked out through cracks and holes;

As we stood there playing our roles.

The lies expanded so quickly at first…

Too much for the balloon which finally burst .

 

Here I am and here I will remain

In the twilight zone balancing

That tight rope between sane and insane

 

 

Like lambs running to the slaughter

And all I came for was the water

What was it that happened to me?

What was it that I failed to see?

The one who was real was me.

Why did it take me so long to see?

 

Here I am and here I will remain

In the twilight zone balancing

That tight rope between sane and insane

 

No I will not turn my other cheek.

Will not cower and play to be meek .

It was me in the end you sought to maim

I was lucky to escape from this game.

All the while I remained true until the end.

This time it is over, and cannot mend.

Black clouds now block out the sun.

 

Here I am and here I will remain

In the twilight zone balancing

That tight rope between sane and insane

 

I feel this need, just to hide or run.

It was you who shut out the light.

You, who turned my days into night.

 

Like lambs running to the slaughter

And all I came for was the water

What was it that happened to me?

What was it that I failed to see?

The one who was real was me.

Why did it take me so long to see?

 

Here I am and here I will remain

In the twilight zone balancing

That tight rope between sane and insane

 

The fairytale that all went wrong;

What ever happened to our song?

The prince on a horse ever so placating …

The princess and ladies, laying in waiting.

Ode to the help which never came.

You made it darker, you quenched the flame.

I came to you,sold my soul for love…

On the back of a fleeting white dove.

It is gone now and lost, a crying shame,

And no one, but myself left to blame :

 

Here I am and here I will remain

In the twilight zone balancing

That tight rope between sane and insane

 

Like lambs running to the slaughter

And all I came for was the water

What was it that happened to me?

What was it that I failed to see?

The one who was real was me.

Why did it take me so long to see?

Here I am and here I will remain

In the twilight zone balancing

That tight rope between sane and insane

 

Here I am and here I will stay.

I will not falter I will not stray.

Hear me well, what I have to say;

I will continue living day by day:

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M’Lady of the lake

 

Minstrel of the dawn

Came out

And blessed us with her song

M’Lady of the lake

Playing her flute so sweetly

Eagle up on high

Camouflaged in the brush

 

Mesmerized

Peering down

Head askew

Enchanted

By the enrapturing melodies

And as to where they do from come

As the world may lay astounded

At the beauties hid within

 

This lady of the lake

Pure of evil and of sin

A head of hair so flaming red

Flowing in the breeze

A visage that of an angel

And skin so alabaster white

Piercing eyes of changing colour

Warning of impending storm

Or that of tender calm

 

Mix of Scot and Latin

Best of worlds be born

I sit now here and ponder

Contemplate so deep

How so can I count

The countless ways

How she touches me

But

So profound

 

Makes my knees to tremble

My heart then to race

Melting ever so weak

Drowning in love

In love so consuming

As to make

Even surrender

Sound sweet

M’lady of the lake

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        Home

 

Come in to my arms

My darling

Come in and shut the door

Rest your head upon my shoulder

Close your eyes

Swoon

And breathe in

Deep

Inhale the scent of love

Intertwine our bodies

Our essence

Our souls

Float through time and space

As one

Comfort

Peace

Tranquillity

Refuge

Shed the tatters

Shed the tears

Save those of love

Now

Safe

Safe and at home

Home

Home at last

Lasting love

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I will comfort you

 

When you’re alone

In your bed at night

Wrapped in your blankets

Ever so tight

And thoughts are straying

About your plight

When you’re so down

And tears are flowing

Like rivers so wild

Through valleys so deep

Mountains so high

Impossible to climb

Through times so hard

When even friends turn

Then run and hide

I will be there

To hold and comfort you

Wipe your tears dry

And even then

With you in my arms

Shed a tear and cry

I will hug you so tight

With gentle might

Even though distance

Between us is great

Without listening

I will hear you

Without looking

I will see you

Without touching

I will feel you

I will be there

To hold and comfort you

Wipe your tears dry

And even then

With you in my arms

Holding you gently

And yet so tight

Shed a tear and cry

I will be there

To comfort you

In your darkest time

And bring some light

Into your night

Until the dark clouds pass

And warmth and light prevail

I will be there

To hold and comfort you

Wipe your tears dry

I will comfort you

Help the pains to ease

And then them erase

I will be here

Right by your side

I will comfort you

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     Huntress,

 

You better not shout

Better not tarry

Better not go out

Into the woods to play

For today is the day

The huntress comes out

In search of prey

 

Gilded compound bow

Quiver full of arrows

Forged in pure silver

Diamond tipped ends

Razor sharp edges

Wine flavoured

Hemlock dipped

 

Scouring the forest

A heart to slay

Blending into the foliage

Invisible to the eye

 

I was just a clay pigeon

Shot through the heart

While spinning through the air

Shattered pieces now

Strewn all about

Amidst the flowers

Half hidden in the ground

 

Moral of the story

If one can be found

Don’t mess with a huntress

And

Keep both feet

On the ground

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Kilimanjaro

 

Contemplate

Ponderate

To tread so softly

Into the mouth

Of the foreboding cave

Enter

No forbidden lands

Seeking warmth

Refuge

From that which harms

Past reflections

Pavlov’s dog

Pandora ’s Box

But there is light

Seek and find it

Sing for the joy

Cry for the pain

Love

Be loved

Enjoy the moment

Moments can become hours

Then days

And more

Climb kilimangero

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        Learn

 

Woke up this morning

Sun was shining bright

And the skies were blue

Looked to watch the birds

But clouds got in the way

Sky was turning grey

 

There are those

Their nose they would amputate

To spite themselves

Then cry out in agony

Arms flailing wildly

Fingers pointing vividly

 

Crying bitter tears

In self remorse

Spew out justification

For actions long sought

Cats in the litter

How they bury their shit

Trying to hide the smell

 

Bury it deep

So none can tell

 

How they grope blind

Lost perspective of life

To what has value

And what then is dear

 

Blinded by anger

Drowning in fear

Misguided by those

Offering up corroboration

Under guise of support

 

Edged on to fight battles

In lands so grey

Where they themselves

Fear to tread

No thought to put out

For what path may unravel

For it is not they

Who would be left

Groveling in the gravel

 

Amongst humans

There is so much pain

When will we learn

When will we ever learn

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Love will persevere

 

Does anybody know what time it Is

Does anyone really care

 

Into this world we are thrown

One final painful shove

No promises

No guarantees

And Just maybe a touch of love

 

Two faced queens

One eyed jacks

Jokers running amok

Questions seeking answers

Only to awaken more questions

A never ending journey

Ghaidligs  knot

 

Did you ever stop

Listen to hear a raindrop fall

Or watch a snowflake descend

Maybe catch it on your tongue

 

Did you ever

Take time to see

A butterfly flap its wings

 

Want to Leave past behind

Before it

Catches up with you

Consumes you

 

There was a band playing

Sweet soft tunes

In my head

I was hiding

Seeking refuge

In the shadows

 

Tear blurred Images

Her Hair as red as the fiery sunset

Eyes now darkened black

Sitting watching

As the setting sun slipped into the ocean

Drowning

Drowning in tears

Salty tears

Sitting there

Wondering what is to come

Darkness acquired a taste for light

 

I have been pugnacious

Putting out fires all my life

Just understood that I can

Not

Quench them all

 

The sun is down

Night is settling in

As gravity warps time

And time moves on

 

I crave the hour

The minute

The second

That I can wrap my arms

Around your frail soul

Mend and ease the pain

The anguish that can not be defined

 

Love will persevere

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    Love you so

 

Rain drops on my window;

Pitter patter ,pitter patter:

Moon beams scattered light

On my pillow overnight.

Your warm and tender body

Lying next to mine:

Your sweet scent permeating

The room like scented candles

Burning bright.

Incenses …

To soothe the soul,

Ignite my heart .

 

Hair flaming red:

How the light reflects off

Your alabaster skin so white

Eyes so penetrating deep.

A soul so pure and kind;

A treasure to behold:

And mine to keep:

 

For now I weep,

For you are gone.

All but memories

So sweet , so deep:

So warm…

The minutes will seem like hours,

The hours like days,

And days like months:

 

But soon we shall be one again:

And I will welcome

Once again your scent:

The feel of your breast pressed close to mine.

The sound of your heart beat

Keeping time with mine.

 

Your soft gentile touch

And breath upon my skin

Soothing my aches and pains:

As only you know how.

 

You are the miracle in my life

 

I love you so

 

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 Mid-Summer Night

 

The eleventh hour;

I can hear the chime

Of distant church bells

As they softly split the silence…

The still of the night:

 

Soft moonlight sifting

Through my lace curtains

As they gently sway in the breeze…

The lax satin sheets

On which my body lays,

The down pillow ,

Tucked beneath my head.

 

Eyes shut tight;

Breathing so deeply…

Yet gently with solace.

I inhale your sweet scent…

Feel your warm and tender body ~

Your breasts pressed up against mine.

And then those soft lips…

Breath so warm and moist,

As they caress my body

Toying with my nipples

Then further on down.

My navel…

Your warm and tender body

Intertwined with mine.

How my mind does race…

Finding such comfort

in your embrace.

 

 

A luxury and bliss;

That words find difficult to describe.

All pains and burdens

Gathered along the day

Now so quickly dissolving…

Without effort , melting away.

 

What magical powers

You do so possess,

That you can relieve

All my pains and sorrows

With but a single touch.

 

A gift from the gods…

The miracle in my life.

With you I take flight..

The warmest dreams

Of a mid-summer night.

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   Miracle

 

Found a flower

Floundering in the wind

Head bent

Petals bracing the ground

Struggling

You looked on

With eyes so affectionate

Holding no disguise

A hand extended

With so tender a touch

Warmth and love

You give it shelter

From the shards

Of storms past

Sprinkled tears to sustain life

With a breath so soft

From the inner most depths

Of your soul

Rekindled the flames

Poetasters

Lyricists

Take heed now

With haste

Inscribe the words

Scented inks

On tanned parchments

Laced with gold

Lest they be forgot

Memoirs to be emblazoned

Treasured

Shared for all time

A midsummer night’s dream

Let the adventure unfold

You are the miracle in my life

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      Mongoose

 

Beautiful chandelier of crystal

Hanging there in the light

Kaleidoscope of colours

oh! What a beautiful sight

Phantom of the opera

Lurking just out of sight

Thunderous crash to be heard

Shattering the still of the night

 

Pieces of scarred glass

Lay strewn all about

Struggling broken prisms

Their colours trying to shout

Scattered there so perilously

The future so in doubt

 

Snakes now slithering

Through the withered weed

Mongoose stepping lightly

Contemplating deeply

Which family is to feed

 

Singing in tune to time

Make it mine

Make it mine

Make it mine

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Silence of The Night

 

The sun sets

Ever so slowly …

Igniting the horizon

A fiery burst :

Kaleidoscope of colour ,

Ominous red clouds:

 

Day drains into dusk…

Warmth turns to cold.

A chill wind abounds ;

A frost which sends shivers,

Goosebumps ,

Up and down the spine.

 

Freezes the soul;

Burning to the touch.

The ground painful to walk ,

To sit or lay on.

Blades of grass,

Feeling like hot razors

Slicing into tender skin.

 

The shadows sway…

To and fro .

Ever so leisurely .

Ethereal :

Obscuring his presence ~

Blending ever so well…

Lurking there:

 

Opportunist ;

Waiting…

Wanting…

For the time to pounce ;

And then his prize to seize :

 

And all one can do

Is stand …

Frozen in time:

Wait with abated breath .

 

Pray,

Hope,

Curl up and weep:

Endure :

Seek shelter…

Be there none.

 

Peruse warmth,

Comfort.

Search strength,

Understanding .

In strength there is weakness

And in weakness

there lies strength:

 

Yet …

A paradox ;

Knowing all too well…

He will in end collect his bounty;

We all share that commonality.

 

An insertion

In his sacred book:

Written in blood…

On paled parchment:

Aged :

Edges blackened by time .

 

Time;

Time is on his side…

A carpetbagger ~

In his hand

Clenched tight,

Knuckles bared  ,

Frosted white:

The foreboding  …

Scythe of darkness.

 

And;

The stage is set.

The lights flicker,

Then dim.

As

The curtain drops;

Cascades …

Into the night of silence.

And In silence of the night.

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My Sweet Love

 

As the evening light

Is slowly fading

A lonely candle does still shine

Its flame flickering

Ever so gently

In the warm moist breeze

The stars are slowly emerging

In the vast night time sky

The pale blue light of the moon

Now casting soft shadows

Caressing the ground

Amidst the trees

Humming with life

A lonely bird

Still flying free

As clear brook waters

Flow by my feet

With soothing currents

Ease my pains

Amongst stormy hills

I do recall

Around my heart

You cling too tight

When I come to count my blessings

Upon my lips

Is always burning

Your name

In my eyes are imprinted

Flowing visions of your grace

In my heart

I shall always treasure

In darkness

And in light

Your soul and sign

My sweet love

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   Stand by me

 

When you are down

And tears are in your eyes

When all seems lost

And friends hard to find

I will be here

Close at hand

I will comfort you

 

I will hold you close

Ease your pains

Like the rivers flowing

Under bridges of life and love

Wash the troubles

Out to sea

I will be here

Close at hand

I will comfort you

 

When you look out

And see only dark

I will strike a match

Light a warm fire

To show the way

Like the stars in the night

And the sun by day

I will comfort you

 

When times are hard

And future so bleak

I will be here

Turn things around

Show you where

In the brush

That roses are to be found

I will be here

Close at hand

I will comfort you

 

I will hold you so close

Ease your pains

Draw out the bad

Until only happiness

And love remains

I will be here

Close at hand

I will comfort you

 

When you are down

And tears are in your eyes

When all seems lost

And friends hard to find

I will be here

Close at hand

I will comfort you

 

And yes I know well

That If need be

And tables turned

You would be there

And stand by me

 

All truth be told

And know you must

We can overcome all

No matter what

Troubles great and small

Handfasted  together

With love and trust

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      Stop

 

Not so much

The sound of the clock;

Resonating away the seconds.

Nor the hammering of the droplets

From the leaky faucet ,

Onto the metal basin like a base drum.

Dreading;

Awaiting the next thwack  ~

But rather…

The torrid avalanche of thoughts

As minutes turn to hours,

Swirling in my brain.

Oh! to seek refuge;

In mosaic dreams,

Shelter from the onslaught

The assault;

The echoes of truths ~

Both past and present .

Nowhere to hide…

No refuge…

No peace.

Where is that switch?

That little red one ~

The panic button ~

The one that says…

Stop!

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  To Keep

 

It’s been coming

For some time

Yesterday and

Yesterdays before

I have felt the wet

The biting pain

It’s good to be out

Out of the rain

Sunshine on my face

Warmth in my soul

Little red pick-up

Rambling up the road

Tyres

Kicking up dirt and stones

Windshield wipers slapping

Washing away the tears

Radio blaring

Sweet amorous tunes

Reflections of my heart

Got to get home

My love is waiting

So soft

So strong

To cuddle up

By the warmth of the fire

Melt

Into his tender arms

To meld together

As one

Let the world sleep

It is my love

Mine

To keep

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My Valentine

 

The sun rises

And then sets;

With a fiery burst:

The moon upsurges ,

Glowing so peacefully…

Then wanes into the oceans;

In a gleaming reflection…

Ripples on the waters.

 

I gaze upon you…

Your glowing face,

Your hair so red…

Your eyes so warm and tender.

And my heart pounds ~

My love for you rises

With the warm rays of the sun;

And then escalates higher…

Under the beams of light

Of the silvery moon:

 

A love so gentle and pure…

Steadfast and strong:

Glowing comforting warmth

Only to continue to grow…

With every passing day,

Hour and minutes.

Followed but by fleeting seconds.

Reflected in the heavens above,

And the seas below ~

But never, never, to wane.

 

You are my love;

My life source.

My valentine…

My valentine of valentines:

 

I love you so…

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    My World

 

I was just an Unassuming man

A melancholy man

That’s what I was

Going my own way

Minding my own

Surviving

From day to day

Counting the stars by night

Butterflies by day

Kicking up the cobblestones

Under light of the moon

Dreaming

Dreaming

About

About what could be

And then

You

You crept in

So soft so quiet

Don’t really know how

Or when

But you did

Snuck in so sweet

Sweet pure and kind

And everything changed

The birds began to sing

There was music in the air

Clouds cleared away

Sun began to shine

Rainbow in the sky

Pot of love at the end

No words to tell

But

I think you should know

How wonderful life is

Now that you’re

In

My world

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  New Dawn

 

Want to find a place;

One I can call home,

Amongst the trees and fields.

The sun and flowers,

In the wind and the rain.

To share with my one true love ~

She accepts me however I am…

How blessed I be.

 

My heart is down…

My head is spinning around;

My sweetheart  ~

Is Trapped .

Trail of tears;

Darkness descended upon her…

Like a bird in a cage,

I want to scream !

Take her by the hand…

Lead her to a promised land.

In the still of the twilight;

Bathe her in calm waters…

Sooth her pains.

 

Sharing one with nature;

Flute pressed gently,

To her warm lips.

The sweet melodies

Filling the still air.

 

An eagle atop on a branch

High aloft in the tree…

Head tilted .

Inquisitively looking down …

Enraptured by the melody ,

Sweet sounds permeating the air .

 

Lay down beside her;

Intertwined in warmth.

Await ;

And welcome the new dawn .

A new beginning,

And a new time.

 

Want to find a place;

One I can call home,

Amongst the trees and fields…

The sun and flowers,

In the wind and the rain.

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   Of Dreams Gone bye

 

Come and sit and sing by me

Whispered the willow to the song bird

Come and fill my space with light

Whispered the sky to the stars

Come and brighten my night

Whispered the earth to the moon

Come and rustle my leaves

Whispered the trees to the wind

Come and warm my fields

Whispered the land to the sun

Come and hold me so tender

Whispered one lover to another

The birds sang their songs

The stars shone so bright

Moon shed its mystic light

Winds caressed the rolling hills

Lovers did hold each other so tight

Once upon a time in a land

In a land not so far away

It was a dream of dreams

All but a wonderful dream

A dream that went astray

Grey clouds rolled in

The birds they flew away

Blocked out the light of stars

Shut out the warmth of the sun

And the mystique of the moon

Winds now punishing the ground

Laying pelted by driving rains

A lingering question still remains

Can I pinch myself and awaken

Be rid of all these pains

Or tuck them into a black box

And safely toss away the key

Leaving just a faint memory

Of Dreams Gone bye

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   Of Words

 

Words that were spoken

Never meaning to pain

Alone in my bed

Crying but once again

I love you

Oh! How I love you

So frail yet so strong

It is beside me

That you belong

 

I keep playing the tune

Writing words to our song

It is for you my love

I do so long

I love you

Oh! how I love you

Need you next to me

To make me whole

Your trembling body

And pureness of soul

 

Not a cloud in the sky

Just the sun beating down

Birds sing sweet melodies

As they fly in the sky

Butterflies float high

As you walk on by

Beauty and warmth

With what to surround

Oh! how I want you

Oh! How I need you

I love you so deep

Your beauty surrounds me

It is only you

That I wish to keep

 

Flowers turning up

Towards the heavens above

Opening petals so wide

Bees buzzing around

Drinking sweet nectar

No fears to hide

Thoughts of you

Lift my feet off the ground

My heart beating wild

Just listen to the sound

It is for you my love

I do so long

I love you

Oh! how I love you

Need you next to me

To make me whole

 

 

Oh! how I want you

Oh! How I need you

I love you so deep

Your beauty surrounds me

It is only you

That I wish to keep

To spend my days

The rest of my life

With you beside me

As my darling wife

 

Words that were spoken

Never meaning to pain

Alone in my bed

Crying but once again

I love you

Oh! How I love you

So frail yet so strong

It is beside me

That you belong

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One Dear Love

 

When you’re down

And times are rough

When pains are strong

And all seems lost

And friends are nowhere to be found

When you’ve cried so much

Your eyes have run dry

And burning tears have left scars

On your white skin so soft

When there seems nothing left

In your depth to pour out

 

Next to your warm and tender body

I will lay me down

Ever so gently caressing

Your kind and perfect soul

I will quell the storms

And quench the fires

Protect you from harm

With gentle cool breath

And soft sweet words

Bring back the warmth

And soothe what ails

 

When you’re down

And times are rough

When pains are strong

And all seems lost

And there is no place

To run and hide

When the sun beats down too hot

And the wind blows so cold

When black clouds seem to linger

And freezing rains pelts down

 

Next to your warm and tender body

I will lay me down

Ever so gently caressing

Your kind and perfect soul

I will quell the storms

And quench the fires

Protect you from harm

With gentle cool breath

And soft sweet words

Bring back the warmth

And soothe what ails

 

This I will do

With all my heart

For my one dearest love

Next to your warm and tender body

I will lay me down

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                    Scream

 

Choice of words

Ephemeral glance

Footsteps

Left imprinted in the sand

Rivers run deep

The stories they tell

The paintings on the walls

Unguents to soothe

The blisters of past

Scars

Remnants

Of hot coals

People have tendency to dislike

That what they cannot do

Or then even

That

Which

They fail to understand

Pointing fingers

Bitter tears

Regret

Raggers sent forth

Spitting into the wind

Provocations to meet out

In effort

To maintain

How righteous

How virtuous they be

What sole truth remains

Is

That

Friendship is not a contest

Nor “gift” to bestow

 

As the wind blows

You could hear the footsteps

And the scream

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                  The Last Hurrah

 

Sipping so softly

On double espresso neat.

Trusting that somehow

Keep me on my feet.

 

Slipping now gingerly

Into my musty clothes…

Before entering that door

Where to, nobody knows.

 

Sniff the walnut oil:

Slide into a trance,

Paint brush kissing canvas…

Colours starting to dance.

 

Images now appearing

From left to the right.

Emerging now slowly

From dark into light.

 

Gentle yet vivid,

Listen how they begin;

Reaching now out~

And sucking me in.

 

You can hear the shadows

Whispers so thin,

The music playing

As thoughts melt in.

 

To this virtual world,

How they stealthily arrive;

Springing up now~

Ever much so alive.

 

Heart pouring out…

Soul trapped in plight.

Wandering about

Seeking out light.

 

Oh! Where I want to be~

Celestial, terrestrial, bleeding .

My dearest, my precious.

Two doors beckoning.

 

To defy gravity

Physics and law…

Seek out now~

The last hurrah.

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