Blessed are hopes keepers , the diligent and the seekers  
The light in the child's eye , the everyday miracles , the mothers intuition
A ray of sunlight aspiring for a patch of earth , inspiring
fractured hearts with the glow of the hearth , sadness replaced with abundant
mirth , a firm abutment at the bridge of despair and concern
Blessed be the touched , the tearful , the inspired and the cheerful
The declarations of Kings reborn , the gifts of charity awarded the suffering and the unsung

I need my beautiful Muse,
I have no words for which that I can use, or anyone else that I would let abuse,
me in this way

I want my beautiful man,
I seriously thought we had a plan,
I would never put up with this or stand,
for the things you sometimes say,

I loved our beautiful life,
I would love to be your beautiful wife,
I'd never let another twist an angry knife,
as you stab I pray,

As you let me bleed to death,
cold on the kitchen floor,
I think,
as I take my last long final breath,
and look on heavens lovely shore,
I blink,
I am,
lying,
guilty,
in this endless pool of indigo ****** ink,
But like any relationship,
I will never
be really gone.

Little things started to rile
by all odds,
not quite like the ache
head leant against your back.

Under cover a long dull hum
I thought of ghosts,
but I faced down the quake
until your aura had been caved in.

Like a god in disguise from on high
withdrawn with no words
but with human inability to break
and get the best from doing wrong.

Little tale or true story
him and her trying each other out
but got back to the ways of their own.
"The pagan and the profane on an isle."

Black smoke on the mountain
bends over the moon like flies
around rines all fed up
with the night, like a bloated
face floating by in the river
sleeping through
death's long montage,
that dark mistress sipping
gin on a balcony with no wind,
her curtains still as a blanket
placed over the drowned.

A fold here,
another there.
I straighten it's wings
to make sure they fly as far as they can.

I swing my arm back,
and let go.

I watch as the wind carries my feelings away.

I hope that the wind carries my heart to you.