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 Oct 2018 Merrimae
,how do you know when
(a human is too broken?)


human too broken?

like the light bulb, removal from its fixture, a simple shaking revelation of the tinkling filament spent, something that cannot be repaired, the only option is replacement and that makes
you cry

the empty box of oatmeal raisin cookies, you find secret’d,
hid by you, not to be found by you
at the bottom of the kitchen garbage,
but box betrayal, by the chartreuse tipped box lid sided
peeking upwards, asking, silencing screaming,
what did I do to deserve
this degrading

like the blouse now too tight that it brings stares as the buttons strain, unwelcome attention unintended,
you know it but still pretend not to see,
for you both once loved that silky guise that so
heightened the high tender, the match of your pink rose skin letting, no! making
your eyes glisten, like broken filament glass, on the sidewalk,
recalling the pleasured admiration,
rain remembered from the
prior priority of a life consisting of only
perfect gifts

so mean revert to the poseur question; this is how...

remove the human from a fixed place, whimpering-threatened,
you may hear clear the crackle cackling  of the innard shards against the misperception of a body intact,
even if you do,
no repair service you want,  can be found, see it nowhere,
is it even
anywhere advertised?

the body presumed intact is secret’d under a tactile coverlet,
holey scupperrd holy cuttered
so that the cells and bicuspids, the threads
no longer function in a tandem,
you keep it in the closet closed,
in the back, deep hid, where,
when it screams why,
it can be safe ignored,
because  ‘betrayed’ is no longer a word,
in your globe's dictionary,
the parental controls activated by you to
save your own inner child’s unconstrained confusion,
it has been removed

so the broken glass, the clothes you dressed each other,
if not weep-well,
well enough hid,
the fit is off,
the fit is off,
the coverlet ripped so bad and neither cares
an unexpected poem, unplanned, needing work
aug 4-5
 Oct 2018 Merrimae
 Oct 2018 Merrimae
*      *      *      and you are      *      *            
   *           *  just­ like the moon *      *          
*        *   *      -----so, alone-----      *      *    
   *      *    but you shine bright  *      *    
*     *            at the darkest  *      *     *
   *      *      *     of times  *      *      *      *    
*           *           *           *         *          
Remember me when you feel all alone,
I'm always here for you, I'll never leave you on your own.
Remember me when your heart is broke in two,
I'll always be here to pick up the pieces and heal your heart for you.
Remember me when you feel depressed, stressed or angry,
I'm always going to be by your side through it all, please believe in me. Remember me when you're confused or lost,
Because I'm always here for you no matter what the cost.
Remember me when you're feeling ill in any way,
I'll always be here to nurse you back to health any day.
Remember me after I am gone,
And just for you, I'll be sure to ask God to leave Heaven's light on.
Remember me please, don't forget,
I'll always remember you, our friendship I'll never regret.
Remember me if you're in Heaven before me,
Maybe you can guide the light for me to see.
Remember me when you don't think you can ever love again,
Because I am here waiting to love you, but I can wait 'til then.
Remember me when you feel like nobody loves you,
Just so you know that I'll always be here, forever too.

©Words of a withering soul
Remember that u are not lonely... And I'll always be there for you
 Oct 2018 Merrimae
 Oct 2018 Merrimae
You made my heart
Feel like dust
And my lips
Feel like friework
My body
Putty in your hands
And everything I’ve known before
Feel like it was wrong
 Oct 2018 Merrimae
Now stirring
Another page is turning

The cauldrons
Of history
Bespeaking myth and mystery

Oracles and Witches
Wizards, fairies and sages
The masters
Unlocking gates and cages

Dark dragons, and demons
Breathe fire of grand illusions
Truth's armor
Is stronger
It rises through the ashes

(Ethereal section)

Heart of lore is calling
I will follow where it leads

Courage be with me
Leaving harbor for the sea

Turning the page
A crown of fate

Eye of destiny
May I travel by your wings
All powers that be

Holy grail of faith
Ever remain
not mine
 Mar 2018 Merrimae
Peter B
Love isn't blind,
blind are those,
who never loved.
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the unbalanced mixture
of that putrid smell
of stale beer and a
myriad of ashtrays
lingers through the air,
revolving records
snarling at me and
impatiently waiting
to play the overtures
six pack of tall boys
floating around in
a bucket of ice just
lolling in the cubes
like a dogs tongue
while the flies fly an
unapologetic patterns
that taunt me
under this dimly
flickering light in
this musky cubicle known
as my living quarters
it’s easier to go insane
than a dentist
committing suicide
and my vitality is depleting
out of me like a ghost
searching for a body
cigarette holes burned
into my favorite chair
that sits in the south corner
where I have wondrous
conversations with
my dead friends...
all one of them
outside those blinds
they think I’ve gone mad
the neighbors think
I’ve been driven to insanity,
the women across the street
who is cheating on her husband
with a younger man thinks I’m insane,
the little girl who swings in the
backyard behind me thinks I’m crazy,
the little Indian man who runs the
corner convenient store thinks I’m mad
nobody calls
nobody contacts
nobody wants to deal with the lunacy
I don’t blame them
in fact, I wish them well
I wish their profiles are all
monotonous and feasible
as they want them to be
it’s safer that way
silence is the scariest sound
I’ve ever heard
so I’ll sit here and have the
raw materials of madness
sit on my lap and share a bit
of laughter together
while we wait for better times
but like the taste of French fries
that have been reheated
in the microwave
its just never the same
but of course,
I never made it happen
Dear God,

Can you hear my prayers?
I've been crying out to you for years.
The loneliness I feel is like a black hole.
I feel like I don't belong anywhere,
not even in my own body.
Do you understand my pain?
Please will you hold me tight.
Tell me everything's going to be ok.
I yearn for a father's love that is a
source of comfort not confusion.
A safe love.
Why didn't you protect me?
I know we live in a world of freewill
But how could you sit back and watch a child
get used and abused.
It doesn't make sense to me.
I have so many questions...
I'm really sad.
I feel broken.
My internal world feels branded.
People don't understand me.
I don't understand me.
I'm tired of this fog.
Please lift this veil of shame from my face.
Please do something.
Help me escape this inner hell.
I want to be free.
 Feb 2018 Merrimae
Donnie Ray
I love You,
Not always.
But on days,
When you sit beside me,
Drinking your fine colombian coffee
Through the red draped
Wine lookin lips of
Which is just fine for a hunter to be hunted down,
Using nothing but the cupid arsenal,
That is tough to found,
With your bewildered look,
Straight at me
And that supraventricular tachycardiatric smile...
God those are the nooks,
That sinks me in
Like a fish on a hook,
Ready to be fried,
On a pan of love,
Yet mesmerised,
On why the hell I see
Heaven in you.
I love you,
Not everytime,
But on a park to be strolled,
Caped with the spring
As your feathered finger parades through my arms
And we have your talk,
Of how that little man with a monkey hat,
Toppled of the cycle he rode,
As the face slammed on
The concrete road,
To get a glance of your
Beauty facade.
And how that made me laugh.
Your laugh.... the sounds of symphony,
Better than the next door boy playing guitar ,
Trying to impress you,
Unknown of the fact,
That you are surrendered
To my tunes.
But I love you,
When you give everything
To my arm,
And I surrender to your charms,
A kiss of naked secret,
Just so we live through
The road ends,
As the sun waves hands,
I'll be there to love you,
Always beside you.
Not that we don't love but not everday is a spring's cologne though
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