Wednesday, December 14, 2016

A Touch Deranged...

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I no longer wish to face the constant flow of inventions flowing forth from your lips,
the lies a cloud of purple poison stretching in my direction,
incongruities bold as black print on plain white paper,
innocently unaware I see every falsehood you present
with an enthusiasm bolstered by the steadfastness offered
only, by a mind a touch deranged.

Friday, December 9, 2016

Quiet Permanence

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Had I accepted the cold breeze
that wind-still summers night
as your touch, the pronouncement of your presence,
verifying the choice flittering in my thoughts,
dismissed as wishful, my wistful nature
casting it as a dream, an impossible dream.

Had I believed, accepted and allowed you in,
dismissed distrust to the wonders my eyes perceived,
to the love all around I'd no longer felt, my part in your life
and my role in their completion,

had I followed my instincts that wind-still summers night
maybe I wouldn’t have disappeared into quiet permanence.

Wednesday, December 7, 2016


    What I would give for
just one more night with you
my Friday favourite,
it’s you I must pursue
you, may I have you?

    I’ll feed you grapes and wine
red Persian under vines
a silver sky of stars
heat trails across your skin
you, may I begin?

    My eyes will tie you down
in satisfaction drown
a gift I give to you
if you me this allow
you, come to me now…