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Love her like
She's the raging sea,
Unrestrained and dark and deep.
And you crave her touch
Through aching pores
As you slowly drown in sleep.

Love her like
She's the tender storm,
A lovely shade of grey.
Like with every whiff
Of breath she takes,
She's taking yours away.

Love her like
She's the silent clouds
With calmness floating by.
Like you'd want to make
Sweet love to her
Under the moon's apocalyptic eye.

Love her like
She's the blazing fire,
And you lust the candied pain.
Like she's the disease
That swallowed you whole
And you'd like to die again.

When her gentle touch
Makes your chest explode,
And your addiction is your girl.
Promise you'll love her
Through hell and back,
Or don't you dare love her at all.
 Jan 2015 skyblueandblack
Zavid
Gunshots and poems
is what I dream
as the press into
hearts and pages
of sad lonely
notebooks and people
that just need a
word or a wound
to feel complete
one last time

I dream of
church bells and screams
that drown each other out
as their finest moments
in wailing agony and
peaceful chimes to
let us know that
everything could
change in the
blinking of an eye

Thunderclaps and steak knifes
fill the nightmares
that I dream
creating death-filled settings
full of evil laughs and
clowns to haunt
everything we could
ever want to
ever be

I dream of
the future full
of me and you
with smiles and
giggles of tickle
fights and cheek
kisses galore and
sparkles in two peoples'
eyes of nothing but
pure happiness
The night’s canvas
Sparkling with solitaire
Astral tales
Woven in the tapestry
Intricate designs
A stellar spectacle
In the eyes
Are new desires  
Blink, you miss
Poet lives in his words
A part of his soul
Written across paper
Ink that flows
Bleeding the poet’s heart
Poetry holds life
Scanning the landscape
Breathtaking aerial view
Soaring above, higher
Regal wingspan
Dreams are made of this
Flight of fancy
Living the dream
Born feeble
Yet, soars higher
Dodging the clouds
And kissing the blue
Formations so exquisite
Across the ether  
Wish I had
Wings to fly
Love is not a hyperbole
Truth is in the subtleties
Arrives unexpectedly
Like gust of wind
To blow you away
And transport you
To a land of truth
Souls dance to its tune
In harmony
Till eternity, in your heart
Loves takes special space
In the realm of your life
Brings eternal sunshine
Pain shall not cease
That grips the soul
Barbed memories
Will always bleed
With touch
Serrated words
Slices through
All the intent  
Comes to naught
Love transforms to dissent
And tenets become acerbic
Eroding peace
Suffering in silence
Found a lyric
in an old file in
a folder within a folder
within another
called 'The Field'
and so...

*last train
last station
last hour of light
I look for reason
reason for flight

spoken promise of a
broken dream
in a field of angels
I have seen

the wings my guardian
are a wish fulfilled
to depart the earth
as life distils

I wish to answer
for a neighbour’s crime
speak forgiveness
to a friend of mine

I do not answer
I do not yield
brother sister
on the killing field
your bodies tremble
you seek a name
discover elsewhere
a peace un-named

last train
last station
last hour of light
wait for reason
reason for flight

spoken promise of a
broken dream
in a field of angels
I have seen
the wings my guardian
are a wish fulfilled
to depart the earth
as life distils

last train
last station
last hour of light
I look  for  reason
reason for flight
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