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MRQUIPTY May 2016
there is no hurt that takes
more than is surrendered.

it is subjective. perhaps
it is this that makes
discord:

one does not understand.
other cannot accept knowing.

pain remains in place
and so makes pains
of hope(?)
in the other.

such passion is living
and any death
is in, and not of,
a person.
MRQUIPTY May 2016
bitter sweet latex
kept pretext
that my hurt
it will divert
truth is
1st contact
made contract
writ n white ink
on blanched skin
MRQUIPTY May 2016
watching the rolling, noisy, salty surf
running in fast, halting and in reverse
here and partly of the revolving Earth.
thoughts began to challenge and to curse

the simple it's physically notion
just water following rules to make foam.
even consider a whole teeming ocean
with sky above so life settles and roams

still no. that in it, round it and, all known
are much more than with senses we see.
read. these words by that sea are sown.
hence ,all in it and, those that sense it be

connected by the benign dependence
of coincidence in circumstance.
MRQUIPTY May 2016
moving and tripping gently to your side
my face oblique, sweetly set, decries.
direction set by pointing intention
if there's passion it's of my declension.

meekly set and paler than a daisy
defenseless some man incited tupour,lazy.
you are easily rolled by part made bold
absent lust . closed. resist ****** cold

barriers hold until scent comeliness
my gentle sincere words do espress
fluid accompaniment of hands
brought together applause in lands

where acorns ride on veiny rods
and lovers smother the others sobs
MRQUIPTY May 2016
crumpled face
gently rests
on tired neck.

worn out hands
reach out warm,
to the cold.

some passing
breeze takes
even more heat.

in a sigh
more is lost.
so shiver.

rattling chest
in thin vest
screams ill.

consumption
returns to
phlegm street.
MRQUIPTY May 2016
sliding excuse
again
sidling nearer
gin
in hand.

a mess. sodden
and part ******
for what
you call you
or what
they call you.

matters naught
to innocents.
eyes tell hearts
only what is
taught

by mind.

my child knows
only of tumbling
and faces messy
from trembling
in joy.

you are the happiest
person in the world
of his heart.
MRQUIPTY May 2016
cankered by self
centred bullseyes.
target
for arrows fledged
from dead wings.

love could be
nylon now.
sores do not
care if
instruments are false.

strung between the
hurt now and
some notion
of then words
flow.

do they salve
or do they
sear the flesh
stretched
weeping
consequence
of loving.

words if to sear
should find ear
who made one so ...
strange.

words if to salve
should not halve
loves joy into
loss.

love is purposed . true
to words that are not used
as whips or leashes.

no fertile ground
in words bound
to regret.
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