Those precious locks that glow like firelight,
they lighten up the brightest of days,
shine my world in darkest night.
Those eyes so blue like drops of ocean hue,
I could get lost in those constellations,
they are the prettiest of views.

Your soul is a mixture of burgundy and cinnamon,
a golden red so intoxicating,
what a lethal combination.
That smile you wear that shows so wide,
gleaming white pearls ‘tween lips,
from the crimson you sighed.

That fire within you dances so well with mine
that I can hardly take the breathlessness,
calm myself with a glass of wine.
Share a glass with me and give a toast to the universe
for bringing you and I together,
I hope our life isn’t terse.

You love good love and our love is true,
it effervesces with beauty,
our lives are born anew.
I left my heart open and you made yourself at home,
and brought with you perfection,
I swear I will never roam.

I give you all the love I could ever give,
you gave me hope in darkness,
a life I could finally live.
Our sorrows have now given way to delight,
I could tell you I love you every day,
I could show you every night.

All those I Love Yous would never ever come close
to how much you mean to me,
your love is a lethal dose.
“Find what you love and let it **** you,”
said Bukowski and I swear
it is all coming true.

I bathe in your light and your angelic radiance,
and I want to recite the poems you like,
and in your arms I’d dance.
Let’s create the finest art the world has ever seen,
they say your home is your castle,
will you be my Queen?

death is my paramour, opening up my agèd door
the fish are upside down, a portent for what’s to come
she takes my hand so slightly, takes my soul most nightly
drink up my darling girl, its not just gin or ***

my body lies in mourning, the day is still just dawning
all the eyes are crying, no one shows what’s real
spinning ever faster, life is one disaster
after another one, i dont know what to feel

splinters beneath my nails, this coffin never fails
to keep my body from decomposing every time
eyelids rigor mortised, all i have accomplished
flashes ‘fore my eyes and doesnt even rhyme

say hello to my sadness, my wholehearted medley madness
lying in the dark with no light to show my way
death is my one love, sent from those heavens above
this is out it pans out, my lonely passion play

This is me, this is who I am,
a talker, a chatter, interested in all whom I meet.
These are my flaws, these are my questions,
to know every soul I interact with.
Some of you respond, some of you remain silent,
but this is who I am, singing each day away.
I might be too much, might look a bit nosey,
but my intentions are honest, don’t presume my mind.
I will not change, no one changes for me,
I just have an interest in all things human.

The words lost their meaning when people started losing their heads,
how they scurried about trying to find new meanings for old ideas.
Not one of them considered to look inside themselves for answers,
too busy hoping some miracles would happen to fall at their feet,
so they could hold them in their hands and show the world it was true,
their slightly deluded extrospection coming true in their own eyes.
It was not to be, however, as the skies turned black as coal
and the stars began to evaporate, and the smog replaced the clouds.
They lost their view of what was great and what was so beautiful,
how starlight had travelled for thousands of years to end in their eyes,
how every atom in their bodies reverberated with the universe’s energy,
how every painting ever painted contained its own secret magic,
how words always had their meanings in poems about love and hate.

the grass is brown
the chirrips have stopped
a lonely
cricket
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how your
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of all
colour

play me a
springtime
melody one
last time
for me