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 May 2016 Got Guanxi
goner
what would it take
to fill perfectly
a page with line
after t i g h t r o p e line
of the way your cheeks puff
when you've had enough, or
the way your breath bounds
from your body when
i say 'we were made for love'?

what it would take
i do not have. for
i do not have you,
and without you,
my pen will not move.
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Steppin' back in time,
Remembering, - days of old
Time of fancy, intimate perfection;-
History once knew of this time and place,
Once forgotten, hidden in shadow
Steam power, hands of a clock, gears now churn

Darkened night, days of light
Shine, breathe, breathe from with the depths
Reach out, grasp hold, - dream
Recall, remember, - a time from the past

Silouette, perfect radiance
Stones aligned in a row
Strings echo, depths of night, woken
Electrified, strings bowed, its dancing time

Hear the beat, move your feet - dance

Whispering breathe, I hear your spoken words,
recall this distant memory, for it be 'stills my heart;
I do recall this time, in which you speak of;
Wispering tears; falling droplets

Whispering hue, mist uncover that was to be; -
Steam power, hands of a clock, gears now churn

Silouette, perfect radiance
Stones aligned in a row
Strings echo, depths of night, woken
Electrified, strings bowed, its dancing time

Hear the beat, move your feet - dance

Darkened night, days of light
Shine, breathe, breathe from with the depths
Reach out, grasp hold, - dream
Recall, remember, - a time from the past
Heartbeats, sounds echo
Underground, mists of steam allure
Breathe in,- a forgotten memory
Enigmas allure, steam pipes endure

Parched from the earth, echoing embraces,
Life's echoing, fantasy embraced, - hidden in time
Ressurection, times past now embues

Listen, to the beat, hear the heart beat
Listen, listen to the music
psst, psst, hear the echo, - beat;
Gears chime,- heartbeats of the underground

Leading astray into the labyrinth
Time, now recalled
Water works, steam, lifes intimate connection
Lost within the depths of time

Heartbeats, sounds echo
Underground, mists of steam allure
Breathe in,- a forgotten memory
Enigmas allure, steam pipes endure

Parched from the earth, echoing embraces,
Life's echoing, fantasy embraced, - hidden in time
 May 2016 Got Guanxi
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 May 2016 Got Guanxi
robin
What does it matter
Bind my ankles with your satin rope
Keep me here for I cannot run
Cuff my wrists and hold them up
For I cannot fight when ur lips toutch mine
Throw me on the bed
And thighten my chains
Your hand closing around my neck
Shivering by your tender toutch, so cold
Leaving marks, leaving scratches
Struggle is useless
Submit
Submit
S U B M I T
Submit to you
For I am yours
To play with
To break

**An object
Live for the nights when we die.

This way to paradise,
one way or return?

I like to burn for a while

noting,
that as I get older
I
only manage to smoulder,

who's got a shoulder to cry on?

Ten out of ten
and
we die out again, but
we live for those nights
when we try.
The Muse and the Artist
Lay beside death,
On clean, white hospital beds,
Exposed with cruel mercy by halogen lights.
Something terrible must have happened,
But they were smiling as they were connected,
Precariously by a delicate IV wire,
And a bottle loomed above
Filled with an incredible hue of red,
So beautiful
That I couldn't fathom
If it was blood, wine, or love.
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