My silence is not, and does not
Represent, the inadequacies of
my adeptness and my knowledge,
Nor does it undermine my capabilities
Of paraphrasing primary thoughts
In verbose, scholarly manner, no,
It does not, can never, didn't ever
Mean that I am not opinionated,
For it is upon my discretion
Whether you are worth debating with.

As I lay here and wonder on my back..... I try and keep my thoughts on fact...

The day I'll have, the night that will be,  is useally controlled only be me.... 

Some people will try to change your path.. It will only come from reasons of wrath....

So what one says and what one does.... Is not in our control, so don't feel foe...

an old dream of mine
was to hit the
rave scene / clubbing
scene in ibiza...
never done so, i look at it
now like a massive sack
of *****, with little
white tadpoles swarming
around to a rhythmic
wanking.

two bodies
merged into one
two souls
intertwined
one drop
after the other
I drink
thirsty of your essence ..
the fire raging
the immortal flame ..
heated lava
burns our souls ..
we are aware thieves
of passing emotions
lost and found
.. the timeless hour
not the time
not the distance
not the wind
evanescent reality

...for love.
(sonnet #MMMMMDXXXIX)


He jested that he'd write a book whose tale
Was "I forgot to cry" as twas mine thence
For his love drying the endless tears' vain sense
Oer losing Mum, my best friend, and prevail
As bashert where I've never known to hail
Aught soulmate; loved me more than life, to fence
The twinkling hours with him in sheer defense,
And aye, eclipsed my grief oer her, t'avail.
Thus where Death called his lease, or ours as twere,
His last speech mine, he prayed another'd do
That for his Baby.  Yet aught else is poor.
I weep sans comfort, maddened while I rue
Whatever sin brought our demise, or fer
What took his life.  Cuz I'll e'er love him too.

22Mar16b
He said in closing [giving his full name]that he is mine affectionately forever in love for eternity.

So alone
so lost in this world of longing.
I can't breathe- oh how heavy my chest is,
how heavy my burden.
How can I shed my cloak?
Flee these tormenting shadows?
He was all I had.
He was my hope.
We built our dreams,
we built our future.
He knew my limits
and he threw it all away.

Shadows,
they are whats become of me-
fading from the sunlight,
melting into memory.