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My dear rose as red as blood
in the night you crave my love.
Don't dig too deep,
For the devil may dwell within.
Sometimes our thoughts are our own worst enemy.
How long do I have to live
before I've lived long enough
to be allowed to die?
I can feel my heart strings baby,
And I think I'm dying..


of a broken heart.
I left my makeup on tonight
Because I was too tired to take it off
Funny
I didn't even plan
To cry it all off later on
You, love, and I,
(He whispers) you and I,
And if no more than only you and I
What care you or I?

Counting the beats,
Counting the slow heart beats,
The bleeding to death of time in slow heart beats,
Wakeful they lie.

Cloudless day,
Night, and a cloudless day;
Yet the huge storm will burst upon their heads one day
From a bitter sky.

Where shall we be,
(She whispers) where shall we be,
When death strikes home, O where then shall we be
Who were you and I?

Not there but here,
(He whispers) only here,
As we are, here, together, now and here,
Always you and I.

Counting the beats,
Counting the slow heart beats,
The bleeding to death of time in slow heart beats,
Wakeful they lie.
A hole in the universe. A pinprick of light
Peeking at me behind night's dark doors.
It swallows my soul, taking me in,
But instead of eating me up, it makes me whole.
A brightness shooting straight into me,
                                                             ­ A gift from the heavens.
                                   A reminder of life.
                                                           ­  Of pain.
                                                           ­             Of hope.
Of love.

And I take this lesson in my hands, cupped gently in front of my self,
And walk into life, through it, inside it.
Hate swells, like the rolling tide. It always comes. It always was, it always will be.
The waves scream toward me       thrashing madly
And I step aside, not fighting. Not hating.
Love.
And that tiny spot of light
                                             (guarded on all sides by the stalwart gates of night)
glows when assaulted, gently directing the rage aside.

Now I'm watching.
I'm learning.
I don't control the light. I can't. I've tried.
I hold it gently in my open hands
                                                         (they must not be closed!)
                                                        ­                                             while it lives as I should.

                          Light
                  Pain
 ­        Hope

Love.
This poem was written October 22, 2011.
What see I sitting on her knees? It’s you
A part of nature you are this morning.
A silhouette against the sky in blue.
Atop a cliff, the earth to you doth sing.

I stand in awe of grace so beautiful
From you just sitting still in lone repose.
While standing watching this, I feel a pull
To greet you and give you a fitting rose.

Then suddenly I am beside you now.
For how I came, I can’t begin to guess.
But as you turn and smile, I take a vow:
I will not ever this moment repress.

I could forever now sit here with you,
In fact that is just what I plan to do.
This is my very first attempt at a Shakespearean sonnet.
A drip, a drop, a blot of blood
Colors my page, unleashing flood
Emotions, words (aren't they the same?)
On my paper, they share a name:
Poem.
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