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 Oct 2014 John Holmes
r
detail
 Oct 2014 John Holmes
r
a learning experience
- the detailed
timing and precision

- a certain etiquette
in the rise and fall
of hands and feet

i learned the walk
- mirrored on the toe
of a spit-shined boot

shooting imaginary doves
in white gloves -

the proper fold
of the cloth
- tight and taught
with stars above

the tri-fold - not
a trifling thing we're told

the color of a mother's tears
and grip of a father's grief -
the why in the cry of a child

- sad song of the bugler
on a windswept hill
standing in the detail.

r ~ 10/29/14
 Oct 2014 John Holmes
Eva Ellen
I am a silent prisoner with you
My love I cannot possibly detail
For when I look into those dear eyes
All of my seducing words seem too frail.

I fear that securely barred are my thoughts
And never known will my emotions be
If you don't know my poor heart is in knots
Surely you won't think us destined to be.

But, know it's chains of love I cannot best
Your look lets my soul fly while my lips lock
The breath before the kiss is like arrest
But you dear are the key to life’s cell block.

Do not doubt when you hear only jail birds
For when I'm hush I love you more than words.
Giant skyward leaning
shedding leaves, do you dream long
of summer's greening?

The gold of days have waned
the gray rains sway
fall will leave you
cold in winter's lay.

Seemingly a thousand years old
a seedling sown
born of an ancient
maple forest.
Oh, bird how can you sing?
and today of all days you bring
little twigs and colors green
to fall among dead flowers.
Do you know of this lost garden?
How can your heart beat so
amidst such troubled, sorrow?
Still you fly joyous in the morning sky
lighting hearts afire in the early dawn
long before the sun.
The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.

Burning, drowning in never ending flames
All you had to do was reach for my hand
You walked away, with no blame
Why you did, I'll never understand

It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.

You played foolish games, so many lies
Cheating and drugs, always hiding the truth
You simply say desire got the best of you
When I finally had all the ugly proof

And I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you.

In the beginning, you were the one
We were young, stupidly in lust
I think back to the good years, before we were done
Trying to remember happy times, when I must

And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you.

You, before I knew the truth, were perfect in every way
But after finding those 40+ women, it made me realize
It didn't matter what you did or what you had to say
It was over, done, no more will I listen to your ridiculous lies


No, I don't want to fall in love,

With you

Nobody Loves No One
This song, "Wicked Games" by Stone Sour,  really has made an impression on me. About my ex husband...  Thank you to Frank Ruland for the idea...  
The chorus goes..
"What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way.
What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you.
What a wicked thing to say, you never felt that way.
What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you"
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