a being
pre-human
plays so perfectly
a violin
inside the belly
of a leviathan.

the sea swells
with his emotion.

the leviathan will never wake.

Blackberries, fat with summer rays,
Burst sure and true, like ocean waves
Against my tongue they carry too
The scent, the touch, the taste of you.

Each bramble stripped with greedy hands
Felt no qualm from scarlet brands
Those such marks would wash away but
Stains of you will still remain.

The scratches heal, I’ll brush away
Those nettle prongs that stick and stay
I’ll brush the bracken, soothe the sting
But thoughts of you will always cling.

Those onyx beads, their shiny spheres
Imbued with Sunshine, wet with tears;
The taste is fading from my mouth
Their waves of sweetness drawing out.

It will be okay
You'll have another one some day
It seems that's all they have to say
Like you can be replaced

But, I will never forget the day
I learned that you were on your way
Tears of joy streamed down my face
Everything fell into place

I dreamed of all you'd grow to be
beautiful and sweet
I couldn't wait to kiss your adorable face
And tickle your little feet

Your daddy was so proud
And just as happy when he found out
He was so excited to be your father
We'll always love you without a doubt

We are so sad to be without you
But In our hearts you'll always stay
You will never be forgotten
And we will meet again one day.

I Promise♡

Were you born into wealth
As a lonely heir;
Are you rutted in poverty
And don't want to be there?

Did you emigrate,
And take your world with you;
Are you an immigrant,
And find one that fits you?

Were you born a she
That should be a he;
Do you feel the red shame?
Are you gifted,
Do you think you're insane?

Was your upbringing
In a scholar's home;
Did dear old Dad leave
You alone to go roam?
Should you blame Mommy's drinking
For your lack of get-go?

Did a brother abuse you
When you were young;
Did no one amuse you
At night with a song,
Or read bed-time stories,
Or say Good-night
With a hug?

Whether well-fed
Or well-read,
You've a future
Not used,
A conscious decision
To do what you choose.

Whatever the condition
Of your initial on-set,
Whatever's your story,
*It's not over yet.

Sunday 10th May
Sunny currently
The high will be 19 degrees
Mostly clear tonight with a low of 11 degrees
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I keep attending
my own funeral;
I am the
only one there;
somehow,
I find that
comforting.
  ~mce