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when I think you haven’t recalled me
and you are wondering to flee
I have discovered myself alone

the evening star is moving under the dark
and the road seems like arc
the time goes underneath the memory hark

I move with the wrong
and my guitar is longing too long
the birds are singing so melancholy song

I don’t know then
why I feel you very
feel you very

when I am coming back to home
and you are running to roam
I have discovered myself again alone

my dreams are floating in bubbles
and I feel you are in so many troubles
dry leaves are falling on the floor

I am walking alone on the shore
and hearing your voice into my core
love moves with so many more

I don’t know then
why I feel you very
Feel you very-

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@Musfiq us shaleheen
I don’t know then
why I feel you very
Feel you very-
In a little lighter vein, the one, 'tween my toes,
I sink narcoticly into a bubble bath of ice and epsom salts,
slurring I say ****, this is relaxing me, this may have been too much.
My chest is heavy my stomach hurts.
I run the water again, belch, then,
hold my breath blowing all the hurt
out my ***.
Now I have the warmest,
though,
smelly,
more
bubbly
bath.
to the mocking sneers awakens me from imagining asleep
real now , I say, I shame not easily. Shadows, I cannot see
bereft of light.
Tell me of the jealousies, whisper in my ear,
what devil tome must I partake in?
What evils have I done ?
Shall I awake you, shake from your forever sleep?
Haunt you, as you me?
What visions here in the  light of one candle flickers,
roof and wall growing and fluttering with the breezes
blowing in the open window trees prancing limbs
through the dark. Hark, to thee, go to sleep.
Sleep until you have a
dream again .
Let me be.
 Nov 2014 Alicyn Thia Faller
r
you came in from the cold dressed bold
under a black flag like isis on the road
to baghdad in a red ferrari going all john
le carré defecting with the little drummer
girl laurie in a deadly affair expecting
the honourable school boy when i'm used
to being a most wanted man -

now i'm no naïve and sentimental lover, baby
i'm the perfect spy and this ain't a small town
in germany but ich bin ein berliner, fraulein -
you better make this your last call for the dead

- it was (y)our kind of game playing
tinkering tailoring soldiering spying -
doodling smiley's people on the side
acting like absolute friends with fred
the constant gardener at the russia house
and red the tailor of panama
like a ***** with a straw up your nose
in the looking glass war
but if you do it again -

let me tell you a secret, pilgrim
i'll drop you where you lie -
it'll be a ****** of quality, baby
and that's a delicate truth

- you were our kind of traitor
on the blue mesa.

r ~ 11/14/14

i like john le carré
:)
You kissed him with my lips,
Those lips I thought were mine,
I felt his breath,
His dew pressed
Upon our mouths for a time,

In your eyes I see the want
For me, for you, for us
Yet what you crave,
I have given,
This harvest has no wine

Your kisses, remain unbound,
Ghosts obscured my view
In our haste we lost ourselves
Thieves together two,

I stole from you as you did from me
Still we remain never complete,
Only us,
Transiently

— The End —