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 Apr 2014 Shay-za-di
Ady
Life is my current lover.
I swig her ephemeral taste from my cupped hands
worried as the golden, shimmering liquid rushes through
creases and cracks in my jaded hands.
Her mood varies through my stages;
at times she is of doting temper and roseate kisses
but when love evades her, most often than not,
her calloused hands damage the pearly flesh in tender
places,
and discontent paints a surly mood as she digs her crimson
brush against the canvas of my self.
Life is my inconsistent lover,
sometimes doting but most often than not abusive.
So I vowed my eternal devotion to Death.
We escape under the dark canopy of starless wings;
a tryst.
I eat of the forbidden feasts in the Kingdom of Hades,
grains of scarlet pomegranates staining my chapped lips.
Death has promised me perpetuity.
But until Life decides to release me from her capricious temper,
I shall long for the wintry, rainy comfort of my drowsy affair.
 Apr 2014 Shay-za-di
Jack
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Love - Lost


There was a time
it meant something to feel…
love

The sun shone bright

Counting heart beats
Dreaming of forever
Gazing into the wonder
Longing for each moment shared
together you and I

Then came the storm

Dark clouded misery
Cold windswept weeping
Blindly walking
Puddled desperation filling
vacant places you once stood

Now is the time
it means something to feel…
lost
 Apr 2014 Shay-za-di
Poetic T
Beware the petals of which you pluck,
as though the stalk may have the thorns,
the petals can cut sharper than any thorn
may go instead.
  
For beauty is an illusion that can hide a
worse fate, to lie on a bed of petals a
thousand paper cuts dilute you innocence
lying  on a layer of silk knifes.
  
I would have taken the thorns any day,
as they show you what they are. Instead of
hiding the secrets within beauty more trouble
for the unwise who fear the thorns.

Though it is the petals that have the deppest cut instead.
 Apr 2014 Shay-za-di
Poetic T
My pages are filled with
misery, dark drawing
pollute the pages of my
life written down, I have
been tormented through
life not anymore.

I ripped pages out to forget those
times, what was done to me, but
hate sewed the pages back in
to remind me what made me
who I have now become.

My pages are filled with rips,
the scars that I was given for
being different from you,
but those pages have healed
and I moved on.

My book is of misery, but I have
not let the past rule me, I have
turned new pages never letting
misery rule, instead I turned it
and made my self strong.
 Apr 2014 Shay-za-di
Ady
I want to paint your body with delicate
brushes of my words.
A scenery in which all is wonder and yet
there is nothing to ponder.
I want to write you in to my love notes,
envelope you in the soft embraces of
cadence of blankets as you caress the
words with the trail of stars that is your
eyes.
Fill the landscape with soft hues of Spring
to show you how much you mean.
I want to write you in to my verses and
expand the time you occupy in my tale.
Let me write you like one of my poems,
a liberating free verse you can fly upon
and expand.
Holding on to everything
Crumbling to dust in my hands
There was never anything
That made me whole, and I understand
Although the things I’ve given
Have not been lost in vain
It was never meant for me
To live without this pain
Nothing that I’ve taken
Will I ever give away
These miseries I’ve stolen
Will go with me when I fade

My gifts aren’t what I’ve given
But what I take away
I filled the emptiness inside
By drinking in your pain
Taking on your sorrow
Giving laughter in return
I’ve suffered under veils of smiles
And bled your tears in turn
I’ve saved you from these things that ****
I’ve sometimes left you numb
If nothing else, to save you
So that you will not succumb

This pain is like an anchor
It only pulls you down
And the undertow of agony
Will drag you from the shore
I couldn’t say I love you
If I stood and watched you drown
Knowing I could save you
From the fate you had in store

Never think I hated you
For what I have confessed
I was always happiest
When I knew you suffered less
Know it was my choice
To draw your pain into my core
The only thing that pains me
Is I couldn’t help you more
For my own private demons
They still scar me to this day
There was never anyone
To take my pain away
But I have learned to suffer
Finding heaven in this hell
Knowing I could keep you
From the darkness where I dwell

To be the one to sit inside
This unlocked cell of suffering
Choking on the ashes
Of memories that scream
Failing every day
To be the one who is recovering
From agonies I’ve stolen
So your sanity could breathe
Saving you has saved me
From the madness that entombs me
Helping me to battle
Through the darkest of my days
I just hope that when this life
Finally consumes me
That you’ll be happy for me
As they carry me away
This is an old song I wrote.
when you get the love bug it will start to bite
fill you up with happiness fill you with delight
with a little nip it will make you glow
fill you full of joy as love begins to flow

he will crawl around in your heart inside
make you feel so wondeful fill you up with pride
when his job his done and love is there for you
he will start again and bite somebody new
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