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Chewing on a cigarette
Ordained by speech and greed
In a race to the plateaued cliff
Sir Logos reclaimed the lead
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Take back your prize my weary men!
Bask in the Sack of Rome!
There’s women and wine
What’s yours
What’s mine
Not to mention the chest-full of gold
beat after beat,
      enchanting my running feet;
    silver echo,
        left over from the silver city,
           rattling
     my heart's desire
   closer and closer to yours -
    
       vibrating
          underneath all that we have yet to say,
          under the tongue of Mercy,
            and I can't get out
   won't, don't wanna
   scratch another surface;
   just can't, don't wanna
   love a different stroke-

strip me of that freedom, babe,
   I want you to
strip me of that fear,
that memory of what I had
and what I lost -

   my heavy heart
     ripped through the lace,
       changed, flipped it, put us inside the space
- but I'm on my (bleeding) knees,
                            (pleading)
           asking for seconds,
           asking for you to look at me once more,


    The game is over,
       you've already saved me.
You do not seem to mean any real harm
but in fact you have such a deadly charm.
Someone who’s not aware of your guile
is approached by you wearing a smile.

Many are the ones that you have fooled
who have been all but wrongly schooled
in the serious business of love and devotion
perishing without you showing any emotion.

You turn your back quickly at the sign of any disunity
as if you’ve been waiting for just such an opportunity.
You also don’t really care about anything else except to be praised
and will brook no compromise if any issues of disloyalty are raised.

You think and make out as if you’re always right
regardless of the truth becoming evident to sight.
You’re not to be blamed if anything goes wrong
and will challenge any suspicion before too long.

If anyone happens to open up their heart to you
they run the big risk of having it broken in two.
A deceiving love full of pain is the thing you give
as this is the way by which you know how to live.
Private Collection - written in 2010
One solitary teabag, not enough for two to share
just one for the teapot, the caddy being quite bare,

no drawing of the water, no mashing of the ***
no teabag for each person... while shopping I forgot,

with saucers on the table, there's no teacup at the lips
for the corner store's not open, to buy more  'PG Tips',

it's tea-less in the cupboard, no tasty leaf to brew
so I will have a coffee... and make tea, just for you.*

...   ...   ...

'trademark'
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