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She wrote me
and my memory
cannot write her off.
Ma ; 23 years and still counting
  Feb 2015 Lord Reyna
SøułSurvivør
~~♥~~

I used to think men
should be more like books
Both you cannot
judge by looks...

If I didn't want to finish reading
I put it down... no heart was bleeding

A book will never fuss or fight
It will stay with you
through the night...

It doesn't smoke. It doesn't drink.
It won't leave toothpaste
in the sink!

It doesn't binge... it don't eat...
It won't leave up the toilet seat!

It don't forget. It doesn't mope.
It won't hog the TV remote!

It doesn't have to have
The last say...
It doesn't have legs

to walk away.

But it's not soft. It isn't warm.
It doesn't keep you
safe from harm.

Even though it makes no fuss
It can't think. It can't discuss.

Even though it has its charms
it can't hold you in its arms.

It doesn't pine. It doesn't miss.
It can't hug and it can't kiss.

So now I think on it again...
... I think BOOKS should be
             more like MEN!!!



SoulSurvivor
2/20/2015
~~♥~~
Lord Reyna Feb 2015
I am but a soul roaming the treasured land for but another
aimless wanderer...

magnetizing myself to their connection
and they to mine...

a dreamer who thrives in thought of fantasy
understanding the true illusion of reality...

genuine to their sense of character,
in regards to the grandeur experience...

an amusing essence that will soothe
my soul with a tender touch of passion...

a timeless source who is willing to discover
with me rather then idlly slip and waste away...

to dance with the infinate energies
of attraction to precious beauty...

spiralling an endless motion of unified vision...
a learnerwho yeilds to all lessons
and walks away a wealthier person...

a parallel enhancment... my wanderer
At the mid noon hour
above the cell tower
over two frolicking kite
swoops a plane on flight.

It has grazed the sky
spotless and dry
smelling ground cavorts
nigh is airport.

Amid wind's flutter
diurnal moon quarter
eyes droop to a rest
weighed with dreams' harvest.

The plane port bound
is circling on a round
waiting landing call
slowing to a crawl.

Love this time alone
up from dirt and grime
fiddling my cellphone
keying nonsense rhyme.
I love you
not because
you're good looking

I love you
not because
you're caring

I love you
not because
you dote on me

I love you
not because
your smiles are sweet

I love you
not in lust
of your crevice
or orifice
or skin

I love you
because
without you
I feel

incomplete within.
Lord Reyna Jun 2014
There once was a story untold, it slipped through the cracks of time,
it lied dead and cold. Then one day, the ground shook, rumbling over with
force and might, only to peer out a flowing light, in that light everything
grew, and the untold story emerged out anew.
just a random thought
Lord Reyna Apr 2014
A broken heart
turns into
a tender heart

A tender heart
into a heart
that easily loves

And a heart
that easily loves
is just really...

broken hearted.
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