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Draped with nothing but eloquence
Every contour chiseled to perfection
Love flows delicately to drip off the edges
Hearts take a plunge into the sea of passion
A synchronized display of two entwined souls
Lost in the haven, love writes an enchanted tale
He was honest and loyal throughout his life
To family and friends plus stranger to boot

Grew up poor and so valued his life
Moving on to find his place in the world

From small town boy, to big city guy
He always kept his eye on the prize

He worked in the fields, then flipped burgers to learn
Before moving on to more adventures in life

He did love to gamble and did it for life
But everyone has to have some adventure rather than strife

Friends of my mother introduced them for dinner
And a romance was to be had far beyond the night

Marriage came next as he made her his wife
And they started an adventure as they planned their life

From state to state they chased the work
Farm work to pipe-fitter

On to a factory and then to a mill
Then back to a mill and a place of his own

He worked in a store and made many friends
And then moved the adventure ahead

With a cafe to run
And family to share

He had simple taste
And dressed with style

And when he did pass
I sent him in style and little of his life

A fedora for style so he'd be dressed for a date
A watch on his wrist since he never would be late

With a final good bye and a touch of his face
I slipped a snickers into the place

Cause if there's one thing he'd miss, It was the sweet tooth he'd had since he was a youth.
As father's day approaching I needed something for dad.
 Jun 2015 Jason Cole
Skaidrum
.
The lips of war will not determine which constellation you slaughter.
I've knotted tears into the dead sea, I'm still crying for

you
If a god could see us now
~~~~~
they'd see nothing but ink
flesh and stardust.

and maybe
an eclipse
if we the souls

aligned.
.
This poem is for you,
reader.

© Copywrite
For those of you
who wonder if the devil is alive.

Ive seen him,
with my own eyes...

This is not a metaphor or a
symbolistic write of someone
who hurt me.

Nor,
is it a venom word spit
of someone that has made
me bleed.

For,
That kind of beauty
does not come from
human breed.

Take heed.

Because the Devil
is real.

and he is beautiful...
it is not the red horns
you see in books

or

the grotesque voice
that boils the feeling of
evil afoot...

No,
he is all shimmer
and wicked smiles.

Beauty is his strongest deception.
That way
it feels worth while.

And that,
is the most disturbing part...

We are obsessed...

with him,

and we do not even know it.

This is the harshness of being
a poet.

It is the beautiful things that make
our work.

The hurt
is his smirk.

But,
do not believe if you wish...
you do not have to take my words
as true.



But one thing I must say...
whether you accept it or not.




He definitely believes,
in you.
 Jun 2015 Jason Cole
CA Guilfoyle
Never leave running away in uncertain winds,
nor leave me dangling as a leaf, high or out of reach
hung by a thread, spinning.
You are the sea of my drowning
and not a placid lake I've come to swim.

Come with your smile, sunning
let your days go shining at the shore
where our eyes shimmer as moonlight on water
tranquil as the silent stars that fall.

Come as the ocean blue, dazzling opulent
with expansive arms, embracing all of this
even wildfires burning into embers
a torrent, a rushing river
our love like holy water
that finds its way back
to an undying sea.
the sunflowers gleamed
in the noon day sun
their flourish of color
couldn't be out done

the sparrows flitted
above their ravishing visages
they were enchanted
by their dazzling mirages
There are
a billion stars
behind
my
eyes

I weep them
one

by

one

*
.
10W
Soul Survivor

They are actually tears of joy.
Not relevant to present
Circumstances
Must be God!
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