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stitched into the fabrics of the moon
our love passes by like shooting stars
and like a needle to the sky
           so close to your heart
           that it pierces your soul

and into oblivion I lose you
            to the relativity of time
but alone into the night I walk
            no hands in hands
            not tonight
clinks of razor blades
against each other sounds
far more like church bells
tolling
than i would like it to
and it has been this way
since i can remember
 Nov 2015 Ariel Baptista
JDG
Ingress
 Nov 2015 Ariel Baptista
JDG
Naïve
you welcome death
into your home
Reckless obeisance
to the better angels of your nature
will get the better of you
 Nov 2015 Ariel Baptista
JDG
You think I'll keep you
because you're so fine
but there's nothing finer
than just me and mine
 Nov 2015 Ariel Baptista
Àŧùl
In a rejuvenated hope I remind.

A** wise collection of words,
My memory shares with you.

Some days are really bad,
Others are even worse,
Reign they who have the reins,
Reins to their own life,
Yet in synch with love.

Kindness may soar high,
Routing away is no solution,
If you let patience prevail,
Problems will be solved,
In fact, you lose nothing.
I am your Drona forever.
All I ask is patience, dear.
Our perseverance will pay us brightly.
My HP Poem #920
©Atul Kaushal
you put me in limbo
        with a rope razor thin
        you placed it so low
it cut right through my *skin
as we grow older
our hearts grow ever colder
the thermometers of our souls
dipping ever lower
and soon the shards of broken
glass
and
hearts
are the only things that phase us
so we start slitting our wrists
in an attempt to bleed out sadness
within us
Stanley,
An adherent of Rosenblatt,
Who declared we must always
Return to the text,
I write you this apology.

Having read your text,
How to Write a Sentence,
And How to Read One,
I confess,
I've changed my mind.

Your point is made:
The tension we must feel
Is found in words
Arranged carefully
In ways meaningful,
In ways transcendent
Of the words themselves,
Or we should leave the books
We love to read upon the shelves.
If you haven't read it, read Fish's How to Write a Sentence, And How to Read One (2007). Excellent, excellent, excellent!
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