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it's surreal,
the space between
sleep and waking
the greyzone
before the sandman fills
our eyes with his sweet poison
before they water, saccharine tears
welling up and absolving us of sin

we forget
which secrets
are destined to be kept
inside; despite earlier inhibitions
we decide not to lie
and in the morning we regret
the things we said

we were stars last night
we scintillated, we illuminated
the bricks around us
we brought happiness to the cement

we were stars and i
was a comet-
i fell, but before i hit
the ground, i wished
for validation; i wanted
someone to tell me
my sin was okay but
i petered out,
became watered down
and the tidal wave
pushed the beach's arms aside-
i crashed,
and i did not care for the aftermath.

i do not wish to see you
if you still shine brighter than i-
not when i still miss my own light.
i apologize for the trickery-
i know i said i was fine,
but i was falling when you met me.
The pieces
Of the heart
Are spread across the field
The victims all have claimed
That Cupids had abandoned them
Believing they lead to the false loves

They all chose the hands
Cupid had nothing to do with it
It was all their doing that had them harmed
Free will gave them the option to choose the one
But lately their decision had not been pure of heart

He may be of patience
But Cupid is not wasteful
And grows tiresome of the idiotic
The job isn't to gear two for a fun rider
The job is to prepare two for the true purpose

The true purpose of love
To to place enough emotion
Into something created by so much
That it is able to take on a life of its own
And when the love is taken out of the creation
The odds of it reaching something great are slim

That is why Cupid left
Not because of laziness or anger
Because they hold on to the what is left
Inside the generations old Pandora's Box
They hold on and continue to wait for hope

To hope that the few great
Will reset the eyes of love to
The Old ways so more can grow
And in till that day shall come
More victims will be broken into only wonder why
The Reason Cupid Left
I see the sun rising up.
shining it's Light on our love.
hold You tighter than air.
they Warn me to beware.
Love like that don't last.
Soon Enough, a thing of the past.
You're busy Walking away.
I'm begging you to stay.  

you slowly walk to the gate.
Rushing Behind, but I'm late.
The landing gear is up.
Just Like my time and luck.  

Come To me.
Baby, don't forget.
We had a life.
We could have lived.  

You're On your way back home.
The turbulence has grown.
You start to second guess,
The reason that you left.
And the tears come down.
hit the floor, and make sounds.  

Come To me.
Baby, don't forget.
We had a life.
We could've lived.  

The landing gear falls back down.
Tires Rush to the ground.
Turn To your window see.
The raindrops are falling.
And it's colder than before.
Needing My warmth even more.  

Come To me.
Baby, don't forget.
We had a life.
We could have lived.  

Walk To the baggage claim.
no bag, but a sign with your name.
It says to turn your head.
So you turn to the left.  

Come To me.
Baby, I'm here.
Let Me see.
Your Ring finger.
Then I drop to my knees.
Ask you baby, please.
Do you want to marry me?
 Feb 2013 Bridgette Jester
Nat
Ripped open, bleeding the stardust of the heavens.
You were the comet, bright and brillant blue, coming to stitch up my wounds.

I was saved, not with antiseptic or morphine  but the healing rush of your lips.
Electricity pulses from your tongue brought me back to life.
I found Orion’s Belt, you were my North Star.

Super novas collapsed in my lungs when I looked into your moon filled eyes.
I was the waves, under your spell I couldn’t fight the tide.

When you held my hand and said forever Haley’s Comet burst forth from my limbs and
I became a red blossomed nebula.

Yours, infinitely.
Men have eyes that dim with time
like bronze statues who've lost their shine...
But heroes and legends
from burrows and heavens
will live on eternal in vision and rhyme.







-Joshua

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