by Wayne Wysocki

I live in a place called Oblivion,
Its location matters not;
You'll not recall or think at all
Of this forgotten spot.

But this is where you left me
When you and I were done,
And here I dwell, an empty shell,
While are you having fun.

I know your frequent fancies
Should have clued me from the start
How easily your love for me
Would vanish from your heart.

Wondering if I am still there
Wondering if me will survive
Wonder if I will be deliberate.
Us, together, senses are gone.

My senses are definitely gone
Myself is nothing in lonesome
My soul, really, did evaporate
Me and my self is merely gone;
Us, together, senses are gone.

I hold you and travel the rain
I never feel spiking drops of rain
I off a coat for you and no pain
I and you begrudge and no vain.
Us, together, senses are gone.

We slip, fall and we feel nothing
We sleep in huts and its nothing
We and the dearth, it is a belonging,
And love is our best daily teller
Us, together, senses are gone.

I do not even feel how cold snow is
I only feel how soft your thenar is
I am insouciant to how sharp critique is.
Us, together, our senses are gone.

Turn to me when hate tortures you
Living with love is now a routine
Telling me again that you still care
Tickles me and burst into laughter
To let it go will be very intricate.
Us, together, the senses are gone.
I undoubtedly love you.


Gelase Magnificat

An embarrassing ****** occurrence
Led Johnny to want some assurance
          So ****** he took
          Then he gave it a look
And said, "Yeah, now I've got endurance."

She can walk
          between
             night and day
               never letting either
                  get in her way.
She learned this trick
                     many moons ago
                                by
                     going deep within
           and never letting it show.
Her soul is innocent
her heart is pure
she’s gone through more
than most could endure.
            She’s an angel of light
                 an angel of dark
                 you never know
              what you will spark.
                      You want to hurt her?
                         Please, go ahead and try
                           she’ll be the one to show you
                                  just how well she can
                                                              f
­                                                                l­
                                                                ­  y.
                                  Her soul innocent
                    her heart pure
      but never think for one minute
that she’s not secure.
                                Say what you will
                          please, do what you must
                       but your jealousy and hatred
                             won’t waver her trust!
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