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 Feb 2017 Mysidian Bard
D
Harlot
 Feb 2017 Mysidian Bard
D
your smile,  your sin.
your laugh, a game.
your eyes, lies.
your body, your shame.

inside, you're troubled.
yet your facade has no flaws.
you've played so long at knife point,
that they've forgotten your claws.
the will to survive
is tricky to find
after so many years
of only ever dying
 Feb 2017 Mysidian Bard
D
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tell me again
how my beauty
compares to that
of a delicate flower
blossoming in the
hot summer sun

and how you love
all my quirks and
imperfections
because without them
I'd be exactly like
anyone else
.
.
.
tell me again
of all your plans
you have for us
to traverse the
globe with nothing
but each other
to keep us company

and how nothing
could ever get in
between us simply
because you would
never allow it and
that you would do
anything to keep
us together
.
.
.
tell me again
because if you don't
I will forget the love
you've showed me
and its place will
only be the fear
of losing you
.
.
.
How much time has passed since I've known you?
I don't remember, only that I've known you.

I've come to know the feel and taste of your love for me, and I can only hope that I will not lose it to the times I tried so hard to forget.

don't bother trying to understand, this one is for me.
 Feb 2017 Mysidian Bard
SassyJ
A happenstance in a wintery afternoon
bounded by the shreds of earthly stance
beyond the gift of the spaced bond rays*
at the gaze of an unknown captive glazes
on a gentle voice of an unsung dormancy

On the sphere of these cases of first times
Sometimes when you awake in the void
inside the hollow chord of my existence
at the heart of the merge where we entwine
then drown as kindred uncaged birds

On the sphere of these cases of first times
At times when you fit inside my finds
away from the edgy torrential cliffs of tales  
connected in the alignments of a blissful vent
untensed and piously mused and attentive

On the sphere of these cases of first times
everytime amused by a blossoming seam
a field alertness of all balanced conceptions
retentions, corrections, revisions, intuitions
where your mind holds the nature of mine

On the sphere of these cases of first times
anytime in a world of relentless evanescence
as I drift in the rhythmic nature of our souls
doused inside the deepest lakes of your remedies
*unchained in the pure wonder of your brilliance
i can offer you
whiskey or some water i
just washed my face in
adams
a human being
in his last extremity
is a bag of ****
swearengen
a pinch of truth must
season every falsehood or
the palate rebels
Swearengen
i'm not the fine man
you take me for... i owe nine
dollars to a *****
Some Broken-Necked Hooplehead
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