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Thick is the mass upon his head
Long is the pass before his tread
Green are his eyes that close slow to sleep
Pain is his prize when his cuts run deep.
Grim are his features when his losses are great
Though tears are rare creatures once he's buried their weight.
Praised by hell below and heaven above,
He walks the path for his one true love.
 Apr 2013 Kendal Anne
SweetCindy
Man                                           Woman
He Smiles Curiously                        She Blushes Coyly
He Approaches      Asks her name      She shares it     Asks the Same
Mr Right                              Love at First Sight                    Her Smile is a Delight
"Meet for Drinks?"                            hmmmmmm                      ­        "Pick me up at 8?"
He knocks - 1 rose.                                vase, water                        Her perfume - sweeter.
Politely, opens car door for her                                The night keeps getting better
At the restaurant                                                      S­he sips her red wine
Conversation so easy                    She feels she's known him forever
"Would you like to dance?                "I don't dance very well."
"Indulge me, just want u in my arms."    ~Just a smile~
One hand at her waist, one on her back.
They become one, all others disappear.
Peering into each other's eyes.
No words are needed.
Their bodies
say
it.


© 2012
It may indeed be fantasy when I
Essay to draw from all created things
Deep, heartfelt, inward joy that closely clings;
And trace in leaves and flowers that round me lie
Lessons of love and earnest piety.
So let it be; and if the wide world rings
In mock of this belief, it brings
Nor fear, nor grief, nor vain perplexity.
So will I build my altar in the fields,
And the blue sky my fretted dome shall be,
And the sweet fragrance that the wild flower yields
Shall be the incense I will yield to Thee,
Thee only God! and thou shalt not despise
Even me, the priest of this poor sacrifice.
 Apr 2013 Kendal Anne
Wesley Wise
Here is your present.
If you open it you will find something of no monetary value.
It has no mass.
No dimensions.
But it sure is heavy.

You can’t hold it,
But you can feel it
You can’t write with it ,
But it leaves a mark
It may be small,
But it grows over time

I want you to take it. Keep it. Cherish it.
And on the first day of your first born’s life
Give it away

Don’t ever wipe it off
It loses all power,
All love,
All meaning if you do.
Everybody knows that.

Even if today is the last day that our paths cross
You will always have this gift.
Please take care of it.
Memories of you haunt me
Visions of us together taunt me
Too bad it wasn't meant to be
You knew that all along so why
Didn't you just tell me?
Did you enjoy living the lie?

Inhale lies
Exhale pain
With bloodshot eyes
I scream your name

I cried
I couldn't breathe
I almost died
You wouldn't believe
The pain I felt because of you
When you said that we were through.

You were my drug injected under my skin
Everyday I fight to retain sanity
But I just can't win
Because my next fix will never be.
When we see each other you act like you don't know my name
Yet your memories still fill me with so much shame.

Inhale lies
Exhale pain
With bloodshot eyes
I scream your name.

Now no matter what you say
My pain will never go away
Throughout the years
I shed so many tears
I used to be love drunk
But now I'm sober because it's all over.

I inhaled your lies
And exhaled pain
My eyes are no longer bloodshot
Because now it's my name you can't forget.
This is more of a song I decided to try my hand at writing a song so please be gentle with the criticism.
I do not like my state of mind;
I'm bitter, querulous, unkind.
I hate my legs, I hate my hands,
I do not yearn for lovelier lands.
I dread the dawn's recurrent light;
I hate to go to bed at night.
I snoot at simple, earnest folk.
I cannot take the gentlest joke.
I find no peace in paint or type.
My world is but a lot of tripe.
I'm disillusioned, empty-breasted.
For what I think, I'd be arrested.
I am not sick, I am not well.
My quondam dreams are shot to hell.
My soul is crushed, my spirit sore;
I do not like me any more.
I cavil, quarrel, grumble, grouse.
I ponder on the narrow house.
I shudder at the thought of men....
I'm due to fall in love again.
Roam the country
Sweep the sea
Fly above us
Forever free.
Hold our pride
Keep us strong
Live your life
And do no wrong.
You're the symbol
You're grace
You're the model
We embrace
Take our hope
Take our glory
Bring the battle
Write the story
Cry your fury
Bite the beak
Smite them down
The mountain peak.
Don't stop fighting
Don't let go
Show no mercy
Strike a blow.
Be our savior
Guard us near
You're the eagle
So show no fear.
 Mar 2013 Kendal Anne
marina
and, i swear
nobody could have
                      
saved her
that day, she was a victim
    to graffiti and
       road signs.

you* are my daisy
by the c h a i n l i n k
fence.
an old one, but i like it.  it still tells the truth
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