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her soft skin wraps around my awake mind
slowly
creeping along
i want her soft hair in my mouth
i dont care that
her love only is peice of foil and a straw
i sit next to her
and reach over
pausing before i touch
no objection


voice broken
hands shake
in the wicked wind
on the edge of the storm comin
stands alone waiting as dawn creeps up the sky
tears are pain
tears are a lifetime of regrets

smile has been replaced
helpless gestures
emptyness that follows untill its real
it consumes
its you upon which it feeds

remember me to my friend
on the river road
his is an endless summer
his is a home built for the ages
built with love

remember me to my brother
on the citys edge
his is the mad mad night
his is a road that holds no comfort
built with the broken backs of a thousand lost souls
his is a land that is dark
i cannot abide there

where am i going
my girl came home :-)
contrive to be the one
standing at the center
to be the one in the limelight
and high society gives you a warm welcome
with a practiced hand you
manipulate the air
to produce the wind
and it blows cold right thru my soul
and i know that i am no longer welcome
in the great halls
in the family's kitchens
in the fields of maidens

with a professional eye
line up the targets
to resemble me
and people think that its so charming
but i taste the poisons in your unseeing glances
i sense the malice in your every gesture

its in your shoe print
in the sand of some  woman's ****** shore
its in the words you scrawled on the headstones
of scared churches
laughing with filth in your dark soul
its in the deathbeds of the trail of victims
you have left behind every doomed road you travel

with a cage round your eye
you think to keep
your intent within
but it seeps clear like a river
of dirt and death
and falls to the silk ground
and curls there like a viper

i must flee you
because i see you
your no Prussian prince
your tyranny in the satin sheets
your a well trained assassin with a clean glove
covering the lepers touch underneath

i must flee
i must flee
...pain in  the tuckas
I grabbed a piece of sky
And pressed it in your hand
Mind, hold tight now
Lest it be ripped away.

I stole a slice of rainbow
And placed in your eyes
Mind, don't shut now
Let it show all for us.

I longed for waxless endearment
And you apportioned lots my way
When I looked up to see
You stood, holding stars out to me.....


And so.....
Starry eyes.....
Shiny hope....
Tingly heart....
Waxless en-dear-meant!





S T, 12 April 2013
Yes....waxless, indeed.

Mind, never did like...shiny, though....always preferred matte....lol

NoneTHEless, it's endearment and its presence of any proportion, I definitely scoff not at.

:)
1.
This century
His end may not make the news
Nor for this year
Nor this month.



2.
But for this day
His end would make serious dent
As he holds her hand
To weather this storm.



3.
Yes, on their knees, they sob
For 'tis not only his end
Which would mark heavy plight
Three felt it in this sad twist.



4.
Beautiful burden....
Gone for good.
Tears bring back nought:
They both lost out....this day.



S T, 12 April 2013
Title is deliberately awkward.

Two people in suffering, yet grow ever closer......having gone through a (late) spontaneous abortion.
1.

Wish I could
Think up
Stacks of the best stuff
And a snippet of summat ....brilliant

To.....cheer you up.



2.

...oh...
Wait!
Tell you what :)

For now, I send you
A double-dark choc.

Essemessically, of course!

Enjoy.
Please?



3.

I am silly, I know.
But I want you to smile.

Smiling....
Proves your heart works!

And to chill.

Am I a fool?
Maybe.
Yet, do ye see the worry in my eye?
No.....I don't  TINK so!





S T, 18 April 2013
Just sent a grilled steak sandwich to my son now...via email...lol



Here's some ....er...essemessic food for thought:   

"Imagination is more important than knowledge."  
   (Albert Einstein)

"If people never did silly things, nothing intelligent would ever get done."
(Ludwig Wittgenstein)


Chillax, poets!

:)
Ouch!


Eyelash on eyeball
Won't go away
Despite rubbing so....
                              Hurts!


There's a broken heart
Upon your threshold,
Lady Spring.....
                        Departs.


Tripping hard
Fall in haste
Stuck in
Your mind's.....
                         Cage.


All encompassing
Heavy, grey sheets
Bar in
Prisoner
Diminishing....
                        Sanity.


She­ knows not
Perhaps she does, but
Chooses to.....
                         Ignore.


Wanna grow older with me?
Emotional chess
Not a fun......
                     Game!


Mind your sheep
No pastoral welcome awaits
One, two.....
                    three...



S T, 20 April 2013
One, two, three....oh, lemme get to ten, dear heavens.


Verbal lashings....ooh, less said, the better!

Aaahhh, for silence.......
Ok.


Are words just a trap?
Yes, I think they can be :/

The more we say, the less the space....

Now, I think I'll just shurrup!  lol
Refrain:
He your pappy, but he dead now
Won't mess with yer head no more
No more.

Cos he dead now, he dead now
He dead now.


1.
Looking in this window. See 'em all warm inside.
Cold wind, him bitin' at my ankles.
Just look at 'em inside, all warm and cosy.


CHORUS:
Maybe gotta look inside
Won't get nothing on the outside
Yeah, gotta look inside
For a little bit o' lurve!

Never gonna turn your back on life.
Gotta take this shot of live
Gotta warm me up inside
'Fore the cold comes to claim me.

Gotta close all lonely spaces
With a little bit of love
So, I's gotta take a look inside.


2.
Don't mean to feel so mean. Just wanna feel part of something
(So) strange, with all 'em polar caps a-meltin',
We still don't have enough love!


3.
Looky here, now traipsin' down this ***** street
Seeking all along the edge of night
Huntin' warmth, hikin' smiles, hawkin' love and sellin' souls
What the hell are we doin' here?


4.
No, you don't always feel it
But there's a stink wind blowing out there
Suckin' at my poor soul, stealin' all my warmth
Yeah, (s)uckin' up my poor soul, takin' all our love!


Repeat refrain.





S T, 23 April 2013
Inspired by movie, 'Precious'.

Deliber8 use of double negation and colloq.



Failing to go within, means going without.

And, if you think your situation is bad.....think again!

If we take a good look......
1.
'Prayer is a free outgoing call to G-d
No battery,
No charging,
No network problems.

Always a good signal
Endless talk-time.'
So, keep praying ...and

Happy Day!



2.
Does your heart really have to break a little before you can do anything creative?

But first, to curb dismal overflow
Yes.....

I must soar......



3.
There's no rider on a white horse here
Lament not rain on your windowpane
Would you mind if I told you that....I

What means a room full of flowers?


Wakey-wakey...

                          :(too late):

feelingfaint....



4.
Thank you for keeping on your lighthouse
For closing the door (gently) in my face
For helping me reach (some) rescue
For teaching me my place
For reminding me.....

Yes, you may.
Bye now, no more words from me.


Yeah, Happy Day.
In-deed!




S T, 25 April 2013
Does the heart really have to....?

Let's pray, shall we :)
If I call you
Would you call me
Would you call me back

If I hold you
Would you hold me
Would you hold me back

These words on my lips
All came from a kiss
That came from a smile
I love

These thought on my mind
Did bring me alive
That came from a look
My love

If I hurt you
Would you hurt me
Would you hurt me back

If I love you
Would you love me
Would you love me back

These eyes fill my heart
All wanton desires
That raced me a beat  
Our love

These hands by my side
Did hold me so close
That want me the most
In love

Be this our love
Be this our life
Forever more
One love
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