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I wrote no poems yesterday;
my mind was somewhere else.
It mostly minded you, Ms. Mystic,
and thought of little else.

My pen and paper hesitation
came from your superb self.
Words scratched out -- Nouns and Verbs --
because none of them quite work.

Imagination -- the one true author --
speaks no lies to me.
She describes you in elegant tongues
telling no one what I see.
sometimes i feel too much
sometimes i feel too little
i wish i could stay in that happy place
that lies right in the middle

when i feel too much
it's a torrent of emotion
a downpour of epic proportion
and i pray for it to end

yet when it does i don't feel enough
i'm numb, frozen, depressed.
I then pray for this to end
and i'd do anything to feel again

so i'm stuck in this happy limbo
never feeling quite right
like goldilocks in the three bear's house
i can't sleep at night
I saw you, far away
In the dreamscape
But I knew you

Our souls touched
Only for a moment
A singularity

Did you see me
Did you feel me
Magnetic attraction

Are you here
In the real
Or just an illusion

I felt you
But I don't know you
Yet I do

Dreams fade like smoke
Yet I still feel you
I still seek you

I search every face
As my heart bleeds
Will I find you

Fantasy grips me
As I wish for sleep
To see you again

Find me in the real
My heart ebbs
Waiting for you

A silver thread connects us
Between two worlds
Reach out for me

Realities collide
Dimensions overlap
If only for a moment

Two burning hearts
Lost in time and space
Seeking true love
Is the moon tired? she looks so pale
Within her misty veil:
She scales the sky from east to west,
And takes no rest.

Before the coming of the night
The moon shows papery white;
Before the dawning of the day
She fades away.
What a shame it is
that we spend most
of our time these days
committed to standing
on unloving
ground.

Instead of loving
our neighbor as
ourselves,

we seek unfettered
validation,
no matter our
own candid transgressions.

Our minds are full of stolen
ideas,
like eggs from the nests of eagles.

We spend our nights measuring wolves.


*

-JBClaywell

© P&ZPublications
 Sep 2017 Gabriel Marfim
Sandoval
Beg
You begged me,

to fall in love with the
moon.

So I could get

accustomed to having all of
you,

but then, none
at all too..


*Sandoval
He was nothing less
Than everything,

Her entire universe,
Not leaving out anything.

He was in
Her every thought,

In everything good
That she ever sought.

He was her every breath,

Connected to her heart and soul,
He would live-on to remain this way,
Beyond her death.

Destined
To be side-by-side,

Hand-in-hand,
Together, they signed-up
To take-on life's
Scary rollercoaster ride.

Growing,
Living,
Knowing,

An endless love,
They both shared,
To eachother,
They never stopped showing.

They climbed mountains,
They enjoyed the views,

They walked through fires,
Together,
They shared
Both good and bad news.

They rode through storms,
They went on adventures,

They gazed at sunsets and sunrises,
Together,
They partook
Many daring ventures.

They were born to be together,
To be as one, connected,

An honest love without measure;
A rare, precious love
They both dearly protected.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017
 Jul 2017 Gabriel Marfim
Simple
Drink me till I'm half empty,
fill me up till I'm half full,
I wonder why I'm always
so dry
to figure out how
I'm
living this
lie,
to live like
a
water-bottle
with not much
time.
eh goodnight.
Tyger Tyger. burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye.
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat.
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp.
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears:
Did he smile His work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?

Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
I'll tell you lots of stories
foretold and untold.
I'll sing you every song you wanted
like symphonies in lullabies.

And you will know,
I love you more
with each
beautiful day
that goes by.

I used to hold you tight
hug and kiss you too.
I love you very much
you know the same way you love me too.

I used to wish that
you could stay
My only girl all my life.
But God intended for
Our little girl
to grow up to be our daughter
in our fated life.

And that's why I keep
my promises
to fill the gaps of yesterdays
and to cherish every day
For tomorrow is another day
that i'm always afraid of....


For it would be such a lonely world for Me

without You.
She's a......... everything I could never imagine.
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