The years grow into pain
as easily as laughter and sorrows
The hard press of coals
and
washing of grit from crystaline diamonds
Reveals each facet
Another view of The faces tragedy and comedy,
like Hope after disaster
Careless memories float off in the wind,
another casualty of life's isms is taken
A broad brush,
but a magnificent master stroke
We knit ourselves in and out of entwinement
Searching for the immaculate fit
Faced with rebirth or endless eternity
No Mark of pain goes without the blessing
No laughter goes unrelished
For all the love and hope in the world
rests with one thought
one idea
One action
One desire
One cure
Agape
Love, riding the Tails of hope
on the beast of tragedy
All is mitigated and put right,
If not this time, then next
And nothing is lost forever
life is the great mystery,
that we must never solve
Lest we know it all,
Suddenly dissolved into nothingness!
that would be the only true tragedy
Of the aeons and of the ages of ages
To ever be cast upon the seas of eternity

Time wavers in and out,
a serpentine force pushing us further apart
seconds are long and cruel as I hunt the space of time searching
Quavers ducking in and out of sync
I find you just as you're gone
only to turn and find you there and blink to lose you yet again
erroneous time you have not been a kind father to me
running out on me the second I think you're there
and never coming when I'm dying for you to pass me by
If love is truly held for all the bastions of time
then you are a *******
shoving me to live in the past and withhold my future
winding twisted in your linear disguise,
I knew when I fell over you that you dip and double back
trip me up at every turn, then pick me up
only to play thoughtlessly with heart beats that suffer your dastardly designs
if only you were real then perhaps
I could rip you apart and find the fragments I'm looking for
and deny your passing as you deny my right to closure.

Eyes have vision
Mind decisive
Words bear meaning
Actions hardly furtive

Body is hale
And legs could carry
Resolution never stronger
But heart remains a liability

The grass was overgrown,
And stubbornly fought
Against the clean sheet we layed
On it.
I made you paint,
And the floating haze in the air
Stung my eyes.

I knew something was wrong,
We all did.
We saw your emotions
Doing backflips
And pirouettes.
We saw your sleep
Running away from you,
We saw the music clouding up
Your thoughts
So they couldn't hurt you.

But none of us knew
How wrong it was.

I took two terra-cotta
Flower pots
In hand,
And declared it a lovely day.
You deemed it dismal.
I waltzed into the yard,
With bottles of bright paint,
And soft brushes.
I made you sit
In the oppressive sunshine,
With insects
Whizzing around our ears
To paint flower pots.

On a long dog walk at midnight,
You finally told me half of the truth.
That you were having problems.

The grass was still lively
And springy,
It was after the drought.
You dribbled paint
In pretty patterns,
And I tried to convince myself
This was good for you.

It was the small early hours
Of the morning,
Lit with fairy lights,
And your humidifier
Puffing in the corner,
That you told me the whole truth.

You had given yourself until September.

Printed an expiration date
On your forehead.
And I wish I could say
In that moment I knew what to do.

It's been a while now,
I'd like to think
I don't have to worry anymore,
But I do.
So in case I should,
I love you.

I love you,
And I promise to never make you
Sit in the sun
And paint again.

My time
has been
purchased and sold,
by boys
who think
they are men.

I can't explain all the things,
Just because there are some things,
Few people won't want me to understand...
One such thing is her divorcing me pre-wedding,
I will die with the immortal failed love for her,
Which I have kindled and fondled in my heart...
She gives the pretence of incompatibility,
But I am as much a human being as herself...

Probably she was scared of my behaviour,
That very part where I always keep suggesting,
Suggesting her steps to improve herself...

In love with the ghost  of yesterday
dreamlike memories bathed in warmth and delight
covert missions of rendezvous
pinprick tensions suspended over danger
adrenalin highs of loves' riskè adventures
A closeness with the propensity to lose ourselves in each other
Always only one moment away from complete immersion in rapture
enveloped by you,
you invaded my senses in such an effortless way
You felt so natural, almost worn into me  
yet, you pulled away, distracted by some other passing fancy
and I waited till I had to move
you were never here, in the moment I'm stuck in, for more than a flutter,
and against my better senses
I still believe you to be all you were and more
but you were only ever nearly all in
and my heart refuses to listen

my soul, it goes by another story
spanning the tenements of time immortal
it takes no heed of blubbering flesh
it is merely a host for the tortures of love;
and I,
its conscious expression