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we sleep

            with the sunrise,

tightly woven

into the                                                       shadows

like a

     coarse

fabric,

our hands

                                the clumsy stitches

                                that hold us together.
love
Through all my struggles.
You were there.
And I owe you.
More than possible.

And if I ever reached the top of success.
Rest assured.
You will be acknowledged with each step.

I'm so amazed.
How wealth change people perspectives?
That those that struggle with you.
Is tossed aside.
For someone new.
What happen to the love?

Notice the famous that have turned?
And replaced the one that stood beside them.
When they didn't have a dime.

Did success make them totally blind?
That they upgraded for a new love.
Who has never faced the reality of true struggles?

I give you my word.
As I did with my vows.
That through better or worse.
We be together.
Like that day we were in church.

I just remember.
When my success comes.
You were there.
So, why I need a new lover?
Oh Hippy Hippypotamus
can't ride a bike
can't catch a bus
but unlike you or I or us
he wont complain
or make a fuss
he never swears or dares to ***
cause he's well bred
this Hippy Hippypotamus
Does this work or should I stick to my usual 8/6/8/6 beat honesty please
A young man walks with his head down
Through a town on the outskirts of Hell
Averting his gaze from defeated eyes
For the world and its ways, he knows well

And hope, its flesh rotting in historic corners
Festering with all that ever mattered
And dreams, painstakingly painted on glass
In shards, forgotten and shattered

Oh, the futility of care for tomorrow
Of prayers, aspirations and wishing
And causes constructed of good intent
Discarded, strewn and missing

Yet light still flickers amid black clouds
And sunlight does grace certain places
And there are still those who stand true and proud
And smiles adorn their faces
 Jul 2012 Alice Curtis
Janette
Moonlight touches indigo,
As I create you once again in
This space, a swathe of cool air
Somewhere between night's breath
And the golden light of dawn...




Naivety wanders through rush-light,
A whisper waiting on a wilderness edge,
A green-eyed moon
Burning hours, like thin fire,
Curves my flesh...yet I am paler than sorrel...




An esoteric beauty, seducing immortal;
A litany of rose colour jewels
Surging, softly spreading
Like feathers, trailing your skin
Breaching the passage of hunger...




I lay upon fevered enchantment
Spilled in murmurs, wrapped and trembling
In the worship of your hands,
Tongue and lips
Whispering passion alive
Melting your flesh to quiver...




I taste the wild honey, captured by
Lips that ache with silent cries,
The sleepless dust, a crystalline prism,
Suspended upon dark velvet
Following the ghost of US.......
I prepare my body for the ultimate sacrifice.....drawing me into love....as I make peace with my self.....preparing this shell, that it may accurately reflect my soul....preparing my soul that it may accurately reflect the love of yours....for we are all.....love lover and beloved.... J
His smile
applied blusher
to the
sweet young
maidens cheeks.
Made up in England means very happy
I shall burst forth in acrobatic grace
everyone should feel my spirit
without regard for anyone's perspective
to everything laid flat!

It is best to express yourself with laughter and singing
The sun disperses all of the clouds, the rain has stopped

Luminosity
Today I set off walking from home to highways end,
not minding wind and weather in my search to find a friend.
I saw the sun arising and I saw it as it set,
and still I keep on walking as my friend as yet unmet.
I found a young girl crying leaving puddles on the ground,
so I bid her walk beside me as for yet my friend unfound.
We saw a man so nervous that he quickly tried to hide,
but together we encouraged him to come walk by our side.
A woman possessed by demons that doubted her self worth,
was the next to join our party as we walked this pleasant earth.
Children in need of guidence and adults that lost their way,
slowly joined our gathering as we searched both night and day.
Young and old of many colours many creeds and different faiths,
made up our growing numbers of the long forgotten waifs.
Well we lifted up the fallen and we carried the sick and lame,
and searched as one together for the one for which I came.
We gathered to us safely the mute the deaf the blind,
and held their hands to lead them for not one was left behind.
So although I searched in ernest my friend was never found,
for a friend is but a stranger that you've yet to invite round.
Remember then whilst walking in an unfamiliar place,
that the person that you meet next could be wearing a sad face.
It would only take a moment to change it to a smile,
and maybe you can join us as we walk the golden mile.
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