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Gary W Weasel Jr Dec 2012
True I had, the right to remain dead
But a word that is dead goes so long unsaid
So I lived there very much real
And to know real the warmth that I feel.

Pouring upon the crypt and text
Then held from my text and you sitting here next.
Wishing to perpetuate unforeseen meeting
End of night meeting came and unto farewell greeting.

Yet walking upon the courtyard tall
I find the end of wall and gazingly all
Scanning the heavens and suddenly gaping
And captivated gaping at stars of infinity escaping.

But when I gaze up I am not alone
For to be alone gives a depressant drone
In my scan it is your face I see
Infinity stars sparkling and twinkling down onto me.
Written November 13, 2003 @ 10:15 PM
Gary W Weasel Jr Dec 2012
Every morrow, I yearn to see your face.
Every sun, I welcome you in the same place.
My heart.

One hug or two is all that I ever need
It rescues my heart from the cold and feeds
Your warmth.

The sun rises but is not complete until after
I see its light and feel your warmth and laughter
Every morrow.
Written October 28, 2003 @ 11:02 AM CST
Gary W Weasel Jr Dec 2012
Every sun, reveals a chamber of despair
A crying tomb of loving love,
Which seldom loved to care.

Not even the sparkling heavens sway,
Relieve a permanent pain
The sun rises every day.

To which a dangling heart rocks
From a lost love lust.
Ne'er again happiness knocks.
Written October 28, 2003 @ 9:56 AM CST
Gary W Weasel Jr Dec 2012
Marooned on lovelorn isle
Many a tear over our misunion
Waiting for a loving rescue
From my first immortal

Thus the story a dozen moons
Wasted time of summer lust
Trapped myself within iron pillars
Hidden away in rotten rust.

I surmise now childish ways
Envying your loveful life
Not accepting myself inside
Killing myself within my heart.

I took away from myself
Trying to be with you,
Crying being without you.
Now I realize unfairness.

I was childish to you
My only friend, unable
To accept issue that
Forgot my utmost desire.

I'm truly sorry my friend
I don't want to be cold,
Anymore.
Written October 27, 2003 @ 11:40 AM CST
Gary W Weasel Jr Dec 2012
She ran away from the unleashed dog
Who doesn't seldom whine
Would never harm a heart
In the name of love.
October 25, 2003 @ 8:17 PM CDT
Gary W Weasel Jr Dec 2012
Trapped here in an icy vault
Freezing my shattered heart
Chilling my body and soul
Through every throbbing vein.

Frozen limbs cannot grasp,
What the frozen pump does yearn.
Lost, so lost, so far away
From every touch of warmth.
Written October 23, 2003 @ 9:46 AM CST
Gary W Weasel Jr Dec 2012
Listen to me quite carefully.
There is an abomination of love
Blinding love for miles around.

Hearts hidden behind this red haze
Trapped in a world of imagination
Not registering reality, not seeing
What's actually there.

Looking at nothing but the future of love.
With great and utmost optimism
You, a healthy outlook to hold
But when it blinds, disastrous society.

Cease abuse of that love red haze
The heart will spark the mind to raze
Otherwise caught in love's passionate gaze
And untrue to the truth or reality daze.
So open the eyes to the actual blaze
That lies along the line of time
Downstream in boiling oil.

Once open you see the lovers truth
To see true friends and those playing game.
I myself 'twas caught in the haze
And have finally widened my eyes to see...

The ashes.
Written October 21, 2003 @ 12:47 PM CST
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