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 May 2013 David Nelson
Mercy B
Hate filled words firing out of your mouth with the precision of a well seasoned ******.

Aming at your target, and  yet again your target is me

Your toungue so sharp the venom coming out can only be matched by that of the deadly viper.


                     After comes, I'M SORRY


You cut me down, just to lift me back up, only long enough to aim those blows so much lower.

Eye to eye, standing my ground, but inside silently shaking.

Sounds flying by me at a million miles per second but so overwhelmed my reactions are much slower.


                  Once again I hear, I'M SORRY


You pummel my ear drums with your plethora of complaints of all that it is I do wrong.

Simultaneously you cut me off and chastise me for having nothing to say.

Your words burned into my mind, just keep replaying over and over, haunting me all night long.


                Morning comes and another..... I'M SORRY


Those two words themselves sting almost as badly as what caused them to be said.

All meaning has been wipped away,  if ever there at all.

A clean slate for a new day, and with your sweet apologizes  once again I will be misled.


Just one more... I'M SORRY
 May 2013 David Nelson
Mercy B
Oh pluie, la pluie s'il vous plaît restez.

Ma petite Cita a jeux à jouer.


Saut d'obstacles
               Éclaboussures
   Danse


Sauter
             By
Cabré


Oh la pluie, la pluie avec votre battement rythmique.

À la première goutte que nous hop à nos pieds.


Saut d'obstacles
              Éclaboussures
Danse


Sauter
                 By
  Cabré
Oh Rain, Rain please do stay

My little Cita has games to play.

Jumping
             Splashing
Dancing


Skipping
             Frolicing
Prancing


Oh rain, rain with your rhythmic beat.

At the first drop we hop to our feet.

Jumping
              Splashing
Dancing


Skipping
              Frolicing
Prancing
 May 2013 David Nelson
st64
1.
your words are oft like sweet-sour packages in the post
excitement mounts to rend strings yet dread too, peeps in.

songs you play are wrought from famished strips of liquid love
that my wretched soul with face upward, so wanting, laps up.



2.
oh, let me be that tree for your succour
come into me shade

oh, let me be that wave for your restlessness
come ride upon me swell

oh, let me be that light for your needing
come meld within me core

and take what you need.

(and please be mine, too)



3.
I am so in awe of you that I'm angry!

can you just come upon this landing, already?
let me lay you down, beside me . . .
this garden awaits

tomorrow never knows
of what wondrous delights we spake
mine eye seeks thee, always.

let me . . .
stroke your disheveled mind
and allow me to slow-spill into obdurate you
soft and gentle, sweet and kind
your destroyed words
to hear how swift and sudden they really are.

let us fall headlong . . .



4.
when, once every millennium
the tale doth go:
the time-eagle returns
to that diamond-mountain
so far away
to sharpen its beak
     and when, it finally wears down
     that haughty hill
then one mere second of eternity will have passed

yes, the hour-glass of eternity will run its full course.


despite time and distance
forever is a wicked charm that I must wait for . . .
and forsooth
the weight of it, I will bear.


S T, 14 May 2013
It is said that death is like sleep.
So, therefore, it should be painless, right?
Dying would feel like....falling asleep.

Then, maybe (if one believes in life after death), what follows is like a dream...or a rest between phases, to wake up to the next phase.

So, perhaps in life, who's to say our dreaming isn't as real as life itself, that we go visiting places and experiencing weird stuff.....displaced feelings.
And that it only feels weird, to convince us that it's not real, to persuade the mind that we were never there, and YET, it feels so real, so vivid!

I mean, who's really to tell...? (Maybe that's why birth feels so ....dunno, displacing..? All thought ripped away, so you can't even be a witness to your own inception! Then, it'll take a whopping lifetime to make sense of crap and understand this *******, by which time the moment dawns yet again, to...get going..)

Yeah, I know....stupid, using an equation (if a+b=c, then inversely, c=b+a!)
ha! what a freakin' joke.

Never mind, man.
I wasn't here and you're not reading this.
Ok?

(oh, what a beautiful morning,
oh what a beautiful day,
would that this dear soul would wake up
feel all the love that there is to unsay)
 May 2013 David Nelson
Powers
Colors
 May 2013 David Nelson
Powers
I want to be painted onto the canvas of your future
and carved into the floorboards of your past
my love for you is deeper than the Atlantic
and I am the tide
constantly returning to your shore line
no matter how many times I'm turned away.
I once asked my mother
what the most tragic love story was
and she said it was the story of the moon and the sun
Cursed to live apart for eternity
only meeting briefly
at dusk
but with that
comes the beauty of the sunset
and these bruises
they are proof that the color spectrum
Does not hold enough reds and blues
to paint my endless sea of love
On to the canvas of your future
"Please don't cry" I say to him
as tears fill his eyes,
His heart s
                   i
                    n
                       k
                         s
To his stomach,
While his mind
Breaks down with
The thoughts
That are caged inside his mind,
There is nothing I can do
But watch this beautiful boy cry.
2:35am. You say,
“Lets go for a drive
through the galaxy.”
Your car turns into a spacecraft
as we fly through the blackness.
You take me on a journey among the stars.
The streetlamps and stoplights
become colorful particles of our galaxy,
and the cars around us
transform into the UFO’s
we can only read about.
You show me the best-kept secrets
that our vast ocean in the sky holds,
from the eyes in envy.
Your kiss
sends me into the mysteries of black holes
and the awe of a supernova.
3:12am I whisper,
“Can we sleep upon the radiance of the moon?”
and you respond,
“Yes, and tomorrow after breakfast
I will take you to swim in the turquoise blue of the sea.”
You take me everywhere
and back again with the simplest of actions.
You do this to me…
Thanks for the read! Comments and constructive criticism are always appreciated!
Ticktock ticktock
Says the lazy clock.
Kring-kring-kring
Hear the morning sing.
Wake up! Wake up!
No more time for dreaming.
Zzz-zzz-zzz
Bees? Snore?
You're still sleeping.
Beep-beep-beep
It's your boss calling.
Bang! Hurry! It's 8 a.m.
And the world keeps spinning.
Ting! You're late.
Prepare for screaming.
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