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Frigid, timid
frozen in time
Revealed
no longer concealed
this galaxy in full shine
I cannot continue to hide

Fire of the Sun
the lessons I must learn
Scars ever present
from the ferocity of the burn

Yet still
my blood it warms
Yet still
my world it turns

Locked in a lovers dance
and universally aligned
and the truth of it all
sends shivers
down my stardust spine.
Best Friend

He has the basement all to himself
While I'm at work all day
Watches T.V. and lays around
Without a worry in his head

He eats and drinks when he wants
Takes naps in the afternoons
Jumps off the couch when I walk in
Because he knows I won't approve

He is so happy when I come home
And that's when he wants to play
Jumps for joy and kisses me
And won't let me walk away

He follows me like he's a child
Thinks I'm the best thing in the world
Will listen to every word I say
Then pretend it's never heard

This is my dog and he does not judge
And his love is not pretend
He is a true companion
And he's known as man's best friend



Carl Joseph Roberts**
(Repost for National K9 Recognition Day)
 Aug 2014 Syd Morgan
Andrew Durst
Only the
past is set
in stone,
my friend.

You don't have
to continue
being the
person you
were
yesterday.
 Aug 2014 Syd Morgan
Al
lips
 Aug 2014 Syd Morgan
Al
I used to say your lips were too small.
but now,
after feeling so many,
I realized yours weren't small.
They were a perfect fit,
like a puzzle piece.
When I die, dear Mother
don't give my body away
to science.

I'd rather have it given away to poetry.

I want people to cut me open
and observe
how my bones were riddled with
melancholic verses of joyful pasts.

They have to see
the scarlet of my blood was the hue
I stole from the sunsets of
wishful thoughts.

Dear Mother,
give my body away
to the art of writing:
for they have to look past
everything they have ever learned.

They must know
of how much I loved and I lost,
and how that made the twine of my ribs
a story to tell.
Haven't written anything new in months.
You fell in love with me.

I just hope you jumped.
Not slipped.
I want to be
an unforgettable thought
in your beautiful mind.
Love is an art.

And I can barely
draw you a stick figure.
Funny story. True story.
15/1/14
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