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They both stood as if divided,
and yet remained joined-
in matrimony

The wedding rings tighter now,
The white dress paler
Memories and former passions
simply relics of the past,
Left to smolder in the dying embers

Touching her hand
he felt cold.
Her emotions re-iterated in everything she did.
Her eyes wandered listlessly around the room,
whilst she stood, gazing-
at nothing

Once they had lived,
now the early stages of decay had set in.
Once they had loved,
now that was over, hate had set in

Do they know these separated people,
what bitterness can do?
Do they know what anger and
spite and hatred can turn into?


No- for if they did,
then this bed would not be empty
nor this room so cold.
For love would light the fire
and warm the coldest of rooms
 Jul 2011 Daniel Coleman
Oetting
Whenever you meet someone special
You never want to let go.

You hang on for dear life
Hoping!
Praying!

That you won’t fall on your face.

But when you do,
Everything in life becomes worthless.

Food becomes tasteless,
Your thirst is never quenched,
And you drown your sorrow with liquor.

Hiding behind your smile you wondering
If what you did was too much
Or too few.

With each step you take
You think of the one you lost.

But no matter how strong you are
This feeling will beat you to
Your knees.

However the true test is
When you try to break this feeling.

Because it holds on for dear life.
Hoping!
Praying!

That you will fall on your face.
A.O
The fiery gates of moments past
Await our doomed entreat
To walk the steps long placed before
In shadow and in heat,
'Cause destiny has holds on men
That men shall never keep

And shores of blue and crystal skies
Shine brightest in the dead-man's eyes,
An inch from death and miles from breath,
Forgotten thoughts men have not kept

And so with skeletons they will keep,
Through tears of joy and bitter weep,
Through nights of endless, endless sleep,
Among the shadows and the heat
Usually I'm
too busy being happy
to write about it.
1/22/2011 JMF
Warm sheets
Cocoon
Encompass

Soft sheets
Between my toes
Tossing
Turning

To settle
Deep breaths
Low sighs
Slowing Heart
Beat

Stretching to
A rising sun
Body creaks
Resettles
Deep breaths
Low sighs
I awake
 Jun 2011 Daniel Coleman
Cooper
Love
 Jun 2011 Daniel Coleman
Cooper
Love is blindness,
Underlying oneness,
Besottedness,
Ineffableness

Desire,
Attraction,
Affecti­on,
Devotion.

Love is
Deep,
Tender,
Sweet,
Infinite,
Electric.

A joyride,
A vine that grows around your heart
A gift,
A journey,
A tidal wave,

Love is passion,
Warmth,
Indecision,
Endearment,
Zeal,
Dedication,
Bliss,­

Love is this.

Or was.
I don’t care,
That you don’t care,
About caring about
What I care for.

And you know what?
I don’t care that
You won’t care for
the only thing that I really
care for.

What if I care about
cake? Would you not
care about cake?

Would you not care
ABOUT CAKE?

You care about cake, of course you do.
I can see it in your eyes and by
that tell tale dribble at your mouth.
Cake is something that will
make your legs quake with
butter cream goodness.

A good cake baked,
makes you proud to be
a cake baking citizen in
a country that will let you
bake cake.

So what if I care about
democracy. Would you not
care about democracy?
Would you let people live
in fear of the **** of a gun,
Would you care that there
are those who are on the run
from tyranny and violence
who know pain and loss,
that you could only
wake up from,
in a cold sweat?
As you turn and toss
in your memory foam bed.

There is more happening on this Earth
Then cake.
There are greater causes
than choosing between
Thortons Double Chocolate Celebration
and that traditional Victoria Sponge your
Mother-in-law won in a raffle last week.

The struggle humanity faces, is to live
in harmony with each other.
It cannot be resolved with cake.
You cannot bring democracy
to a country with cake.
Or can we?

What if we swapped,
Non radar detectable aircraft
For dairy delectable foodcraft,
What if we swapped
12inch shells for
12 thousand babybels?
What if we stole
RPGs and gave back
MSG’s (they’re less harmful
in the long run, if thrown at you).

What if, for once, everyone cared.
And then we’d get somewhere.
Every voice in every home
Would not be a voice alone,
And for once, we’d all agree about the fact
we like cake and democracy for all.
I wrote this poem with performance in mind, although the layout is still considered and reasoned.

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