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love is always there it doesnt go away
inside your heart for ever it will always stay.

everywhere you go love is there with you
in each breath you take in everything you do.

it is there inside each and everyday
it will never leave you or ever go astray
Pale green fire
that consumes me.

Your gaze
reduces me to ashes.

Most
marvelous
burning.

   ~mce
oh, my!
 May 2015 Livingdeadgirl
Traveler
In the mitten
The ground rolls
In glaciers' paths
Her wooden teeth
Fertile and free
Beneath canopies
Of evergreen
Cravings breed
On beaches
Of golden sand
And freshwater seas
The beauty of erosion
Aesthetics genetic inclined
Mother Earth divine
Imagine a land of rich
Black soil everywhere
That describes most of the Americas
In the chaos of the sea,
moonlight and tears,
for which my heart burns
of letting you go unloved.

In the calm of the storm,
the days blur into one,
for which my eyes haunt
the denials of my beliefs.

In the wintry mountains
where our love was buried;
in the fiery rivers, we lost,
time past, but I'd love you still.
There is a castle
on my mind,
thoughts
are unexplained,
mysteries
deep within;

but whenever
I write,
leads confusion
to imprint;
a poet's pen
evokes concealed
feelings.
She dripped her wildflower-honey
all over my body parts,
even on my stinger
& I'm buzzing
with happiness.
You should hear my wings,
they sing of the mountains.
I saw her through the pane,
her pretty smile,
her captivating-eyes,
reflected
off the mirror,
as she tried to hide
in the corner.
But animal magnetism
is hard to stop,
it passes through walls
when one feels it.
And all the willpower in the world
could not stop our mix,
it played tricks on our minds.
Still, I'm wondering
why she moved
a million miles away.
Could she not,
could she not trust herself,
this evil game we played...
it killed me.
I want to learn how to play it,
not just strap it on my back
like those counterfeit troubadors
playing it out on the fields of grass
with beautiful sweet ladies & no rhythm.
No.
I want to learn how to play it
with the desire of a rock star,
with the kindred spirits of the strings,
with the purists of the picks,
strumming with my finger-love.
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