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People are fascinated by extremely beautiful things
Like me, I love the sweetest of the Sparrows who sing
In dulcet tones round Earth she resonates and rings
My hearts bliss she effortlessly brings
The sweetest of Sparrows on truest route
Goes sweeping, soaring at one in the Noon
Borne aloft on warm, gentle zephyr
Her exquisite beating heart abloom
Imbued with deep and luscious ember
That burned until her life's December
Her cosmic joy her tune remembers
Warbled out in divine timbre
Sparrow, Sparrow in the air
Wings like arrows, feathers rare
Tuneful auras, shroud her song
A rhapsody, around, along
No gray reason restrains rhyme
As it spills throughout time
Sparrow, sparrow in the air
What wry spark is hiding there?
  Feb 2017 Jamie L Cantore
Ashley
Is it you? or is it me?
Am I the sad one for finding happiness in the rainiest day
Or is it you for only seeing the sky when the sun is out?
If the Sky can cry when the world destroys it with its disgusting fumes,
why cant I when my sadness has engraved itself into my being?
If the Earth can shake in anger, when its people has left it in ruins,
why cant I when my anxiety has masked itself has my closest and truest friend?  
If you're terrified of words your friends may say, why cant I be terrified of the noises I hear in my head over and over again?
Your emotions are of this world, mine stem from somewhere your imagination has yet to be.
#sadness #loneliness #depressed
Absent friends this is not the time to fight
To be preoccupied with saving face
If Heart pursued its righteous, truest course
It'd lend care to one who fell from Grace
By digging in heels with feuds and grudges
We only gratify our deplorable, darkest side
Bad blood is unbecoming to you too you know
But that I alone was problem you implied
But there for the Grace of God go I
Is the apposite idiom for you
Think how bad it would have been
If you'd been taken ill on passion's pews
But imploring you is like begging an abyss
For your minds are shut to sun
But fear not, I've arisen again
And with untold zest away I'll run
  Feb 2017 Jamie L Cantore
Alienpoet
In the midst of midnight air,
stood a man who didn't care.
For he was a man who made world's collide
and every bit of earth bore his stride.
He was the key, the door to realities thick, slick and uncertain
beyond realities curtains
however there was one thing he didn't have and that was a wife
to free him from his darkness his strife.
He searched in coffee shops and in bars,
he looked for answers in the stars,
until he found his equal a woman beyond others,
Sophia the woman in the fire the object of his desire
her wisdom burned bright forged in fiery Stars of eternal unrest
with a beauty that cant be bested
but his love for her was yet untested.
She told him to win her heart he'd have to become mortal
and so would she for in mortality
you see there are lessons that can be learned.
Her heart burned for him so much in the transition
that it became a birth mark above her chest,
he would have to find her to pass the test.
However when they met for the first time
she had met him in a timeline before,
she warned him of tragedies of a life if he stood alone,
a king with a crown but an empty throne.
Although he hadn't put it together
what she was meaning that without her he'd be dead
but his mind had a needle but not a thread
and although he had a good heart he was easily led
so at 16 he lost his mind.
Believing in heavenly things rather than science
which all people believed to be true.
Sectioned under the mental health act 1983
Seeing into the distant reality,
he saw a girl lost her mascara ran down her face,
she was a girl who had lost her place in the scheme of life's dream,
her silence was a scream.
She told him things about his future but as he reached out for her she was taken away
for she was his Sophia and they both were going to pay,
for in making themselves mortal their only way out was to marry or love without doubt.
He had many doubts, that had found their way out and into his life.
While she was trying to save him through many lives lost,he was struggling with his own.
Returning home from the mental hospital he was told his life was a lie
he felt that the only way to heal was to cry
and cry he did amid his friends who lost patience with him in the end.
He could not pretend to be happy, everyday he looked for an answer to his unhappiness,
in fear there is no hope and he became broken.
One day though he was walking down the town he saw a girl she smiled it lit up his day.
So he asked her if it was ok to know her name?
She said it was Grace.
After chatting for awhile she said "you should have a coffee round my place"?
So he said "yes" and popped round there.
Soon after a few weeks he fell in love he felt like it was a answer from the gods of above
but soon doubts crept into his head whether he should settle down or find a career instead or first. He had made his life into a headache a curse
and much more complicated than it should be.
So he broke up with her, it felt like his spur to create the life he dreamed before it was too late.
So he had a car a house but no wife, no spouse.
Meanwhile he missed Grace missed her soft touch her face
after years of working hard, he found a woman crying in a builders yard,
he remembered who she was because of the birthmark above chest
and the smile to which she was blessed.
Grace now old and heartbroken she told him she had many lovers since him but none who could match.
He still loved her so they went to hers.
But that night electrics in the house caught fire there was a fault.
So they both awoke to the smell of burning with a jolt.
He tried to get her out but the place was full of smoke thick and dense.
Now a voice spoke "I am the fire your heart lies with me.
Do you choose to be with Grace and love her avidly or do you choose the path of fear,
to run away and leave her here with me".
Realising that Grace had passed out,
he lifted her over shoulder as the fire began to get worse he got her out.
But he collapsed a heart attack ripped through his chest,
he died they laid his body to rest.
But as he walked through the white door of heaven .
There stood Grace as Sophia his wife.
Every time you doubted,I lost you,
you see, every time you ran I loved thee,
for you have passed the test.
  Feb 2017 Jamie L Cantore
Gidgette
I slipped last night
On a moon beam,
Shining through the window glass
Onto my bedroom floor
And I fell into the night
With you
The stars chattered in Twinkles
At the two of us, laying on their velvet night sky
So beautiful, that the very shadow of the earth
Decided to join us, and the moon
For an eclipsing view
Of me and you
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