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When faith is abandoned
we live on old dreams
In time captured wastelands
barren demeaned
Believing the tattler
and spinner of lies
Desperation is sainted
epistles decry

“Music plays in keys of pain
shouting from below
Missals singed in pagan fire
ashes still aglow
Caught out on a bridge alone
burning from both ends
Martyred in our heresy
— darkness to befriend”

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
 Feb 24 mera
Zywa
To reconcile us

I sing appropriate words --


the old well-known song.
Novel "The Golden House" (2017, Salman Rushdie), chapter (3-) 34

Song "Bird on the Wire" (1968, Leonard Cohen, about Marianne Jensen, 1969 album "Songs from a Room", 1968 release by Judy Collins)

Collection "Low gear [2]"
 Oct 2023 mera
ymmiJ
Untitled
 Oct 2023 mera
ymmiJ
always catching up
my shadow finally rests
when midday arrives
 Jun 2021 mera
jdmaraccini
Enola
 Jun 2021 mera
jdmaraccini
She slices the ribbon of an old tape cassette,
alone she sits perched on the charred remains.
She breathes in slow motion and recites the alphabet,
alone she sits and embraces the inevitable change.
A delicate flower of truth, love, and regret,
a pulsating fountain severs the deepest vein.
Flowing emotions puddle underneath the bed,
alone she sits, she is always alone.
JDMaraccini
2021
you gave me a word to hold onto
it got me through the night
felt nice for a while
but we both know this isn't right
keeping your distance is a crime
I know this by the hurt in my chest
someone's placed you here in front of
me as a torturing test
you've put a gun to my head and I'm asking to die
for the sake of being dead
what I would do for you to crawl out of her
and into my bed
 May 2021 mera
Rose
I wish things were different
Between you and me
But all of these feelings,
That's all they'll ever be.
Loving someone so deeply knowing you can never have them is a different kind of pain.
 May 2021 mera
Octavian Cocos
Your eyes are limpid, as it is the lake
When breeze is gentle and it doesn't shake
And they are as profound as the blue sea
Far in the distance, where the ships feel free.

Your eyes are peaceful, as a lamb asleep
When is surrounded by the flock of sheep
And they are like two gems, precious and bright
And your sweet laughter fills them with delight.

Your eyes are brown like all the bears that roam
In the Carpathian woods, their lovely home,
But they are finer than they use to be
When deep within they mirror only me.
 Apr 2021 mera
Jason Cheney
Sunrise in the morning
Sunshine during the day
Nighttime gives us a new beginning
Because the moon shines brightly and sleep drifts us silently away.

Written by:
Jason Cheney
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