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Love is not something to throw away
Love is not something to disregard
Love is just something I love to do
Love is just something I have for you*

4/19/2017
 Apr 2017 Lady Misfortune
ryn
He presents what you see
with impeccable finesse.
He hides everything else behind the curtains.
Heavily veiled by his smiles...
Cleverly masked behind his script.

He stands elevated, taking his stage.
From his vantage he sees all.
He allows his facade to bask in the light...
Whilst keeping his back in the shadow.

He's renowned.
By the light that kills the dark.
He's addicted to the nightly ovations,
cascading cheers and gleaming reviews.

But every show has an end.
Come every dawn, he wakes to the reality
that tolls at his door.
He's owned and he knows it...
Too well,
by the stage he built
and the drama he wrote and casted.
 Apr 2017 Lady Misfortune
ryn
Kiss me asleep
with your obsidian lips.

Protect my ears
from the cacophony nights would bring.

Fill the void
between heartbeats that skip.

Take me into the lull,
and into the siren song that you sing.
 Apr 2017 Lady Misfortune
ryn
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   +           ma-            
king d-
istress call-
          s in silent night      •     +
       +      kindling signals in   the          +
  dark•flames   casting  need-
ed light•requ-     esting aid, lo-
+          oud and stark         •embers red-            
den mad and          angry•glowi-
ng and thirst-        ing for more•
thrusting wood in this dem-
on's belly•fuelling large
its crackling roar•

imploring  passing
vessels     •to save      all that
   is dire            •see me          stripped
  of all                      mettle•                 as i pit
    my h-                           opes in                      this here



bonfire
2 day
My 3
Arrive at yours at 11
To number 35?
There was no light,
10 houses up I'm told
45.

2 stay
My 3
Park up outside at 11
To number 45?
That was quite right,
3 numbers up I'm told
48.

1 say
My 3
Press the white bell at 11
To number 48?  
There was no fight,
2 streets left I'm told
50.

1 play
My 3
Call kids home at 11
To number 50?
We have no might,
1 Father left I'm told
0.

2 day
My 3
Child is gone at 11
Daughter at 0?
So we must write,
A Mother left I'm told
100.
Playing with numbers
De de de de, de de de de,
De de de de, de de de de de.
Run for your ices, lollies and cones,
for a sound that is cold and
sends chills through my bones,
how can a person
be left so sad and alone
feeling frozen in time?
Ice- Cream Man!
You lie!
De de de de, de de de de,
De de de de, de de de de die.
No offence to ice-cream or men or anyone who sells them.
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