love

 

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love is the dream you dreamt when small

that smiles and grabs you in its thrall

surprising you with joy these senses new

that rings through nights a magical

impression deep you still recall

alive with love and lust it’s just you two

love is the call in the tears that fall

your heart in shreds that bleeds through all

an arrow pierces every piece of you

grinds through your mind to darkness call

a fire burns and leaves its toll

the pleasure turns to ashes right before you

love is heartless and unkind

rules by the senses and not the mind

but I need it as much as the air

for I seek the deepest burn

from the madness this I learn

there is bad and there’s good still out there.

it's hard

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“……and am I not destined to ever feel at peace in myself,

to believe in what I say I believe in strongly enough

to be able to disregard all the bullshit fed to me all my life,

will I ever be okay with who I am, what I do, and be at rest?”

It’s hard living the words you’ve chosen as true,

it’s hard to align the world you have created.

 

The Genie in the Bottle

 

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The genie I battled and caught

made himself felt after many forgotten nights,

his unlit playground, the new moon past

he electrified every nerve, clamoured with alacrity

through my sense now keen,

a tremor strong enough forces me from my feet,

I sit.

And feel the vibrations your presence effects,

gaining ground every second I allow you free reign,

listen to your whispers speeding, speeding, speeding,

the scars you left last time burn in the icy wind blowing,

there's an ache deep within me, you’ve disturbed me,

but this time, this time you didn’t regain your freedom.

The Calling of the Moon

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The witches were howling with the moon last night,

lamenting their sorrows, accepting their plight,

calling for compassion from the gods who her heart rules,

who lend love as the light in her eyes, where her tears pool.

The truth is all that matters, it’s the clarity of heart,

the intentions of your breath onto others you impart,

in the silence of the night, feel the pain in those around you,

free their power, feel it lift you, that’s the calling of this moon.

next train

 

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time thus travels along its predetermined path.  i'll be stepping off the work carousel shortly to board the afternoon train to do-a-bit-of-what-you-want, i wish yours to be a smooth ride too. and please be mindful of the suggestion box, it is open to travel to different destinations.

  

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.

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.

you

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    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…