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It's the quiet one's you hear.
The subconscious.
The shadows.
The darkness.
It speaks to me louder than the Sun ever did.
I live in those shadows for in those shadows I do not see, I do not judge, I can only feel.
One cannot hate what they cannot see.
Eyes rolling back, gazing into the oblivion,
Your moon dust frolics along the walls of my head.
If I die in this moment
back arched and brazen
your cursed name like nightshade
upon my ruby lips
will my sin be forgiven?

If I'm still here tomorrow
alive in loves echo
all things returned to rightful owners
familial harmony restored
will I be forgotten?
The cuckold sits with empty pride
at all that's on display
he does not yearn for awful truth
'bout where she is today.
he dreams of travels far and wide
and promises the earth
he knows not that his dreams are lies
a source of lovers mirth
when she returns as day goes dim
he'll try to light a spark
he does not see that it's not he
who owns her weary heart.
  Apr 2014 Steven Fortune
Jack
~

Here with me


When flowers bloom

I see your smile

Brighter than

A day in spring



On springtime breeze

I hear your voice

Sweetly whisper

As I sing



Life is blooming,

It’s beautiful to see

Your heart is pounding,

Busy as a bee


As warmth grows around us

Never daring to part

It grows inside me

Right into my heart


The birds keep singing,

Flying into our view

Nature keeps smiling

Back at you


And of these things

My heart does feel

In silent smiles

Which can’t conceal



The beauty of

This world we see

When you are standing

Here with me
This is a collaborative poem written with my amazing friend Sye.
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