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You unlocked my heart and invited me in
You whispered so slightly
That tickled my ear
'A little spark kindles a great fire within'
Once you got the blaze going
Deep in my soul
That tickled down to my toes
Delve into all my being,
This night I realized
You are my hint of sherry
My cup of loneliness
With lots of steadying breaths of regrets
My hand reached towards heaven
Waiting for the spark I will receive ....
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*The spark that kindles the fire in you
Was lit by the gust of wind
That kissed your soul sighing
Igniting the embers that were dying
You failed to see or feel…
The flame of eternal love
Was what the heavens threw
Fusing your nights into mine,
As my fingers reached to grab your sadness
The knuckles and digits entwined,
The sherry, your cup of loneliness,
I took away…
Spilling each blood’s droplet of mine
I was there each dawn,
When you woke seeking a brightened morn,
You missed what that little leaf saw
Laughed over…smiled
That drop of dew glistened in my presence
In that little droplet of rain that formed the rainbow
I arched over you, protecting you so tall!!
Pucker tuck
tuck, squeeze fold neatly
a pucker is unsightly,
drawn up, or is it?
  Pucker up, has no tuck
counterpart no whistling,
no kissing.
whilst tuck
has a rhyme.
Nothing to feed my unicorn
Just odes and chants
And hope

But it stomps and tramps
In vain for faith
At the far end
Of a rope

With ears laid back
And rolling eyes
And skyward pointing tine

Neverland never
Looked so good
But maybe it’s
Just the wine
Nobody likes a liar
Least of all me

And I know the difference

Having been a liar myself
some time back

But now
I'm an honest man

Trust me on that
If I see a word hysterical should i laugh or pause and think
of historically used meanings?
Should I shy from Jew and say Semite, I exodus from meanings.
time is evident or sedimentary
grandeur, I leave it all to linguists, cleverer than I,
I change daily, accent
acquire meaning etymological like
Knight is a servant?
Lady a kneader, Lord a provider of bread?
And bread, It has new meanings, as does green, several.
Logos, is still what you hear, an example,
to justify, I apologize, for saying?
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                         ////

                                                                          ////
& you over  there                                                                  



Yeah
                                                            We know the one      

( looks like you )                                                                
•         •

We all appear to
                                      Be hiding

But we ain't fooling anyone !





No

Not

ANYONE

•                         •

This

The very lost day

The stumble *** !

Like we heading for the desert

And we ' re running out of water !

And courage

And love

••

Yes

LOVE

••

like we all be sayng

SURE

I KNOW I LOOK LIKE  A HUMAN BEING

BUT REALLY !

I' M NOT REALLY INTO IT !

JUST HANGIN OUT


••

WELL YES

I ' D RATHER NOT USE THE WORD

//      ZOMBIE     //

BUT I GUESS YOU COULD

//

You know

We don't oppose
Any wrong

We don't pronounce

Any principle

As Albert Camus said

//    We **** and read the newspaper  //



                                  We are just here

Over there                                                                              

•              
                            Long long
This day

Harsh harsh

These years

Oh so bitter

Our tears

As we cry out for sympathy !
                                  


But no one hears !



Light oh light be here !

God of everywhere




YOU ARE !




We are so afraid

To say we know you

And are known

We know earth 's our only home

But some power has taken o'er

And we know we aren't meant for war

We really don't know what to do

•              

Such is

The truth

////

So let us come together and really talk awhile

Let us come together till the task is through
Written confessions of
Mundane avocations
Briefed & circled
Arrived bestowed
Swarming enemies
Cold wars
Doubled edged swords
Printed masks
Dust covered skin
Stretched over
Bones too big
Forms too estranged
Rips tear
Skin laid bare
How can thee compare
The glare blank stare
A body separated
From soul of self
Placed upon thy shelf
A heart burried
Planted below, feet
How they bellow
Silent screams
Muted voices
A lover of past
Reunited at last
The aortic pump
A mere *****
Beating throbbing
In her grasp
Claimed
Oh
How she dared claim
That sordid past.
And the other
She took the body
Both sufficed.
Two different stories
Questions, acquisitions
No confabulations
As to where art tho soul!

Notably, it is said;
The body is merely dust & stone
Bone & chrome
Plastic, catastrophic,
The heart, oh thy heart
No longer gaping
Lonely & pulsating
She stole thee heart
Oh she stole thee heart
His heart
Without even firing a dart.


The other, the wife
Filled with rife, strife
Burying those old bones
Of his,
Of his,
Six feet under
Covered
In
Gravel & sand
Mud & land
Spit on his grave
For at least
She can bury such resentment
For she,
The other
Stole his heart, broke her heart
Not once!
But twice.
Will that ever even suffice!
Two women at war,
One man
Oh he,
He is now dead!

© Sia Jane
It's 01.49am
My mind...
Don't you agree, everyone talks too much?
Can't we listen, not talk, just hush.
I think you'd be surprised at all the things you'd hear.
Maybe the silence would draw more people near.
No more hurt feelings, or losing those you love.
Just hush and listen for guidance from above.
You're so busy talking, you can't hear what He says.
Although He's the only reason you're being blessed.
So here is some advice to those who won't shut up.
When you listen, you will learn.
And that should be enough.
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