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He held her gently and looked into her eyes
She looked away and threw the dice
"Look, it's a four" she giggled
He looked at her and this time around he kissed her
She blushed and realized he wanted to talk
"What is it Luke? Are you alright?"
He looked stressed like he added another twenty years over night,
"I'm not going to be around for long" he said softly
"Are you leaving me?" The light drained from her eyes
"No, not that, you need to get a life" he said blatantly
Holding a hand to her mouth, she wept quietly
She sniffed in a few times and pulled her rebellious hair behind her ears
He loosened his hold of her, "Sarah, I'm an old man, I don't have your kind of strength"
She screamed as she cried, "But I love you, what is the matter with you?" For some seconds she held her breadth
"Who is she? Who the hell is she?" she asked quietly,
He looked at her in wild disbelief and grunted, "Oh Sarah"
"Is she older, with grey hair like you? Does her belly sag? Has she done surgery or something? Someone you met in your college back then? Or she sell books?..." Her list was endless. He watched her with interest, their relationship was unusually right. She was the daughter he never had, just that she came with a different tag "girlfriend". And their relationship had gone from one with mutual understanding to another with undeniable thirst for love. She was fragile to him, he was soothing to her! He'd taught her bit of things he'd gathered from his life experience and her youthful vibe and energy had pushed him beyond limit. They complimented each other in a crazy way. She would dance and drag him all the way, his weak thrusts she accepted gratefully. She was contented, didn't want more!
"Ok, it's Cancer" he cut her off. She twirled around,
"That's her name? Really lame! I can't believe this" she walked away from him and stopped abruptly.
"Cancer? Oh my God! You are sick?" She blurted out. She looked like she was going to faint.
He tried to calm her down as she went hysterical, she didn't wanna be alone and begged him not to die. She sprayed his hair with dye and cooked healthy meals, everything just to make him stay. He asked her to leave many times but she swore never to, at least not in his trying times.
Weeks went by and months followed swiftly. In his last days, she never left his sides. He looked healthier than her, she made jokes that made him choke with laughter. And finally, she resolved to silence. They communicated with their hearts and eyes. The nurses admired her courage and wanted to know more.
"Sarah, your father would be fine" One had said to her. She chuckled, her eyes never leaving him as she answered, "He's the boyfriend that never took me to the alter"
The nurse hurried away. After he passed on, her life  took an uneventful turn.
Dear Mr. Ocean -
I believe you waved at me?
        I know this is my second letter
Please find within some thoughts
              from me to you
        from white to blue

then return in kind, won't you kindly:

... We may wish for you to always be
       a soft sea
                because soft, see
        means gently, quietly, carefully
remember -
                gentlemen wave politely
    so just lull this cradled ark
           gently
                      please,
    Sir, if you wish to take this further
or invite me to horizons
                  to dance

          in the near future
                              perhaps
            (one sunset sky?)
 from crests to deep
               from sand to breeze

  
        my soft Sea - be gentlemanly...

Good tidings,
and all blessings,
current and all that come to be
return to me kindly, won't you please,
        Dearest Mr. Ocean -
You may
        Write to me.
Oh - how I love the duality of words...
Buoy do I enjoy it - haha :)
..
If love was a
staring competition
you'd have won already
..
haha :P
Beauty wears the cold breath of death
the way a ******* wears a smile.

Is this casual brutality a sign of the times?
Or have you watched the news in the last
24 hours?

The mirror sung a thousand prayers
to the God; now felt forsaken
with 31 flavours to his love.

They pierced your body
with their spears of love
and hung you up by the hair
to dry.

You recite your green finch song
to the deafness of those above,
and they still hold
your lace burdened hand
to quiet your sorrowful heart.

Lay your head upon the pillow
as tiredness takes us both
as the morning rears its ugly head
and the day becomes yours again.

Then raise your golden brow
to the freedom of Night Angels
who know your secret kiss
where all desires roam amiss,
watch yourself seek for home
in the city's barrio's and filth
down *** sodden alleys
where happiness
is spilled.

The Centurions of hunger
who's empty bellies predict
this shift of power.

By these shadows of delight
you don the mantle of delirium
It stretches down
to your wrists
and grows taut by this slip of Fate
your barrier of Morpheus
a tattoo by Bacchus
a scar tissue kiss of Eros.

Your beauty burned like an ember
that puckered my skin
My love wrote a sonnet
in invisible ink.

"Goodbye"
a silver bullet
that is tasteless
unlike your kisses.

And your finger slipped upon the trigger.
Claw beneath your ribs
Hold down wild you
Just for a little while
Feel the anguished flutter
Begging these gruff hands . . .


1.
Fear takes commotive hold
Makes wooden legs
Delayed dance…..so delayed
Causing silent attendance of synchrony

No use stepping out for flight just yet, if alone
Will meantime practise wing-span
                           iron out brittle energy
                           attempt to fortify links
                           ..

2.
Careless snubs to fragile sapling
Did *absolutely nothing

To the course set out
Only hypocrites squander even half-truths
and wallow in obsequious words
rendering paralysis and decay

I will continue to claw beneath your ribs
Covert trove awaits us
In the tormented form of
Crashing waves on a broken coast
Hacked to near-distraction by potent searching


3.
Loss is not wasted
unseen by its absence:
evocative presence felt …with penniless eyes

I challenge you to visualise our melting:
                 perched on fate’s right shoulder
                 re-sent to this basic arena as buoyant token
                 summoned by that primordial, blue light
                 ..



the sun may well baulk and melt
at the ruddy sight of
such intense clawing beneath your ribs
(like your customary digging into my bristling blades)

To find my foetal place
within the calling drumbeats
of imperative you . . .





S T, sunsday . . . 21 July 2013
What is loss?
Just cos we may not see a person any more, really doesn’t they aren’t there: why, they’ve just assumed a different form, not so.
But we persistently fail to accept that change lies at the heart of progress…letting go.
Why do we battle so… with the inevitable?
Always acquisitive….acquisitive…must own… yet, we own plain SQUAT !!

(just yesterday, I was astounded to read that M. Jackson owns a piece of property ...on the MOON!!
Who the hell sold it to him? Who on earth owns the moon? How's this even possible?? lol
Yeah, we're crazy, really....that's for sure.)

Hey man, I’ll see you …on the other side…if I’m lucky enough to recognise you! Lol
Chillax!  





Sub-entry: You're A Lady  
Songwriter: SKELLERN, PETER

Now the evening has come to a close
And I've had my last dance with you
On to the empty streets we go
And it might be my last chance with you
So I might as well get it over
The things I have to say won't wait until another day

You're a lady, I'm a man, you're supposed to understand
How these things are often planned to be
You're romantic, I'm a fool,
You're the teacher, I've come to school
Here I sit and hope that you'll love me

You're pure magic, unlock my chain
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
And so I say with no restraint, be mine, be mine

Hard to answer, I agree
But then, I've got to know
I'm not asking you to marry me
Just a little love to show
Oh, I know I could make you happy
So the things I have to say
Won't wait until another day

You're a lady I'm a man
You are supposed to understand
How these things are
Often planned to be

You're romantic, I'm a fool
You're the teacher, I've come to school
Here I sit and hope that you'll love me
You're pure magic, unlock my chain
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
And so I say with no restraint, be mine, be mine


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