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MystiqueWizzard Oct 2014
there's a sense of peace
that wends its way through
the folds of my diastoles

elicited by the dreamy murmurs
of your voice when it sings my name

and I cling to that lullaby like
marsupial infant

till our souls stand melded
in adoration's fire…
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Copyright ©Alberto J. Alvarez G. ® 2014
MystiqueWizzard Oct 2014
crimsons from the runaway sundown
were an open **** on the sea surface
skyline's throat ingested the fireball
whole without mastication

her fingers played hide and seek
while her unbidden tears
matched the hues of the rippling waters

and staccato sad moans lingered like dirge
above the melody of the distant surf…
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Copyright ©Alberto J. Alvarez G.® 2014
MystiqueWizzard Oct 2014
fallen,

like rivulets of wind pluck autumn leaves
and carpet the ground
they'll be revered for a fleeting instance
and become forlorn,
despite their regal golden-cerise mantle

so have my feelings been regarded,
gone berserk and drowned
frothing on their agape mouth

I curse ego's starvation for human love,
when my spirit pleas for detachment-
I bend my knees with shame
for plunging into ocean of emotions,
those that sprint skin deep
with pragmatism blindfolded

I want no lectures on fate
for I've seen its countenance's smirk,
yet I have bowed like a silent monk

and in this coarse parody
of Hermes' loss of wings,
I precipitate down the abyss
feathers melted down
by the selfsame sun I adore-

but I fall with my heart overflowing with love,
and though deep inside it mourns
in soundlessness,
I embrace its bitter tang with stoicism

then I gently close my eyes and whisper:
“I will always love you,
even with your about-face demeanor
wearing garments
of a million queens…”
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Copyright ©Alberto J. Alvarez G. ® 2013

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