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 Nov 2017
Colzz MacDonald
You may not see
The person you once knew
But rest assured
I still remember you
I might somehow seem forgetful
How that makes you feel is regretful
Locked inside are the reflections
That are in temporal displacement
Though I still remember you
In my own absent little ways
No matter what the effects of age
Objectionably says
I had a life
A career, a family
I created your memories in my wake
All I need are helpful reminders
For all sanity sake
Don't give up
Don't put the blame on yourself
Or on me; for the cards I have been dealt
I'm scared - I'm alone - in the fear I've felt
Remember, I can never be gone
If in your hearts - I live on
The disease is in control now, you see
Behind those dementia eyes
Where my remembrances hide
I am still me
 Nov 2017
Colzz MacDonald
The love of a woman
Is paramount to life, as he breathes it
One must die to oneself
Before rapture takes over in copious amounts
Inside an embittered heart
Where a mind of morbid thoughts rely on
The earth revolving around its axle
As the soul seeps heaven lost to a physical realm
Forgotten are the languid moments
Of perfection not found in this land
Those only held in humankind
The act of freewill
Kills completion of mind, body and soul
Doomed to failure in a world controlled by greed
Supported by power hungry demons
Sent to diminish the goodness
We only find in our visions of Nirvana
We can only dream of such fulfillment
Until we cross over beyond a material world
Where eternal rest seems so inviting
Peace will bring equilibrium
Love will be of a higher quality
...
O sweetest death...
How I long for you
Is the true love we feel, even possible to live out in this life?
 Nov 2017
Gabriel burnS
cities with their
glass skin
iron bones
gray flesh
of concrete
and a soul of
light bulbs
silhouettes,
the skylines…
the giants that
swallow us whole
because
we didn't know
how to stop
the magic of
the beanstalk
and now
that we have raised
our titans to unite us
we gave them will
we gave them back
the gift of fire
and it returns
to **** the life in
to burn the bridges
throughout and within…
our Atlases...
are they home
the shelter, still,
or are they now
the labyrinth
and the Minotaur
 Nov 2017
Colzz MacDonald
A robin bobs by my door sometimes
To me it remains true
It often appears throughout all climes
I mostly think it's you

When I look at the clouds in the sky
Angels are a given
Somewhere out the corner of my eye
There's a little heaven

Your respectful, adoring style
I see your pious face
I catch myself moony in a smile
Feel your loving embrace

Your caress, have I imagined it
Do I see what I want
Your emotional attachment bit
My soul forever haunt

You never know what you mean to me
There's hurt in your green eyes
This love of ours, surely meant to be
With me, there's no disguise

Whatever my heart is always yours
I can't stop how I feel
If your heart brings nothing that assures
It's how the cards will deal

Fantasy more than reality
Seems a good place to live
It gives purpose and vitality
With nothing left to give

The Universe holds no notion
I have to learn
So there may be no devotion
Sought to return
I feel an abstruse emotion
From you to burn
Who needs love like that
 Nov 2017
Colzz MacDonald
Love, by design, is miraculous
It's purpose is to remove
Any sudden paroxysm of rage
Drawn from the tangled web of emotion
Spun from fear, resentment and despair

Making the pledge of a heart
For a lifetime of loyal dedication
Seems futile, when somewhere down that road
You lose everything you long for
Destroying the fortified souls of angels

It seems so easy for you to walk away
Hide behind your languid affection
While apathetic to my spiritual desire
Completely oblivious to the damage
The black heart you own is doing

Turn back the clock to a time
Before I can remember you
Perhaps, take me in a different direction
Our worlds will not collide
If I never even know you

If all that’s open to me
Is the fear of being exploited
I shall revert to the disconsolate
Bewildered state I'm comfortable with
At least, if it were possible, I could

It's ironic that through these crestfallen years
Cruelly, no one but you can dry my tears
~**~ Little is achieved by setting yourself up as a pawn in someone's game every now and then ~**~
 Nov 2017
Colzz MacDonald
Lowly, ornery moments, viciously crusade
Whispering damnable, through tempestuous winds
Seeking the core being of auspicious people
To wreck the wholesomeness they hold
Without merit; without claim; only with lurid enmity

These satirical shadows lurking
Crave our every fallen promise
Of living a full life of exemplary character
So they can manipulate susceptible thoughts
For their own ghoulish behaviourism

The tacky underhand played by cruel intentions
Mystifies the drunken stupor of our senses
Who strive to live abjectly without fear
In the torrid aftermath of our foolishness
Are left the maudlin remnants of our self-esteem

When harmony within us is weak
Tomorrow is left to renew
The rambunctious craze of melancholia
Hiding behind contemptuous eyes of disturbia
Propensely echoing through our minds
~••~»» some people seem hell bent on creating drama, hurt and destruction in their wake. Determined to corrupt decent souls who just wanna get on with this thing called life ~••»»
 Nov 2017
Colzz MacDonald
She is the essence of my heartbeat
The oxygen in the air I breathe
I'm missing her here in my life
I'd do anything to see that smile
I'd walk to see her mile for mile

I cannot fight these feelings anymore
She made me believe in love
I cannot wait to see her again
Anything she needs I will get her too
It is an honour to love her as I do

One day, I will have the courage to tell her
Of the joy she brings into my soul
A joy that travels over any mountain
A love that travels any ocean wide
Yet here it stays forlorn in my foolish pride

That way this love won't bring the drama
It remains sweeter than the finest wine
It is my solace since the day she landed
If only she knew, I'd never desert her
If she knew, would sweet love convert her?

The blustery remnants of a cold, dark past
Mar the golden sunshine of true love's find
Here beyond the crescent moon of pity
These secret feelings I harbour alone
Will never find their desired home
~~ not so much unrequited more undesired... easier that way ~~
 Oct 2017
Eleanor Rigby
For his gaze a white horse
My insides a little bit
Morose
For his hands precise
Shiver inducing
And mine
Gauche disguised.

For the return
In the dream palace
Never the more abiding
Alas, alas!
Anti-clock wise,
Survive the fragments
And the lies.

For my tears crimson
His, unspoken
Ghastly flow of abundant,
Turmoil when apart,
Swagger at ease,
Dies and behaves
Their fears.

For us alone, the devil
May rise
Burial sites
God may reclaim
Two souls in one heart
Separate.
But they will not
Forget.


--Eleanor
 Oct 2017
chris
“it was the first fissure in the columns that had
  upheld my childhood, which every individual
  must destroy before he can become
  himself…  such fissures and rents grow
  together again, heal, and are forgotten, but in
  the most secret recess they continue to live
  and bleed.”
 Oct 2017
Mel Kay
Putting on dress after dress, makeup and hair.

Untill she finally sits down in the chair and realises her absolute despair.

That intense horror bleeding from her eyes and running down her neck, like sweat.

Her final disregard for ****** expressions that might make her appear less than attractive.

Glorified weeping and sulking so ugly and so heart wrenching.

The sweetest sniffs and gasps for air. Oh how she could drag it out for hours.

One last breath as she looks at herself in the mirror, washes her face, takes off the dress and puts it all back into her mother's closet.

Miss you.
 Oct 2017
leyla
i see your finger wrapped around the trigger of your imaginary 74
i feel the empty pit inside your stomach you scramble so tirelessy to fill
i hear your muffled cries hidden behind your toughboy masquerade
i taste the bitterness of your sorrow
and the familiar burn of whiskey straight from the bottle

i want to reach inside your stone-cold chest
and cradle in my hands the warm fragile heart i know you hide
you're a baby bird nestled in a bed of tangled thorns
and i'm the little girl wishing to nurse you to health in a shoebox lined with cotton

i see you in brass knuckles on soft shaking hands
and in leather belts digging into sore red skin
i love you more than you could ever know
or even begin to understand
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