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Mark Toney Dec 2019
Walk by
Wok buy
6/27/2018 - Poetry form: Footle - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2018
Arcassin B Nov 2019
by Arcassin Burnham

Please me and tease me,
But don't say you will,
When we both know you won't and this love thing is wrong,
We've covered our hearts inside,
For just a quick fling and a **** in a bed of lies,
And some watered eyes,
For no room to dry,
I just feel My Heart is deep , buried alive, so why lie?
Fated love and a pair of keys in time,
I've smoked up my love,
We both know I'm not what you need at this time,
You keep everything inside...

/

Come live in the countryside with me,
Mend all your broken ties with me,
But you rather stand and fight with me,
The game that you play ,you can't buy me,
Can't get love like this in the valley,
Hoped I crushed for lusting and empathy,
But you rather put the knife to me,
This game that you play , you can't buy me.

Come live in the countryside with me,
Believed it when you said you loved me,
But I know those words don't mean a thing,
The game that you play , you can't buy me,
Was the one that gave you good memories,
Got the right herbs for your energy,
Used me for it all apparently,
I can't wait to leave you here crying.


©abpoetry2019
https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2019/11/bury-my-heart-buy-me.html
A Simillacrum Jul 2019
i know well the fear as it manifests
in the dampness come night
dollar bills burn hot in pocket
the reddened skin of my inner thighs
fights to fray the cloth, but i
i'm better off sleeping in my pants
and my shoes, as to evade
then this thing clicks and the misfit
cuts come to fall into plan
by design, without fail, buy and sell
then there's me, this thing replete
with confidence in its destruction
by its hand, or on demand, its a
matter of course                  lightbulb!
Buy
I should buy your idea,
All of my own have failed me.
Kindly accept my plea.
Save me,think for me!
This is true....not just a writing!
under my eyes you see the infinite allure of time,
millions, billions of years,
so much you can’t even comprehend,
I told you time is a continuous illusion,
a figment of smouldering history,
time has no trace when envisioned in its fullness,
capacity of great proportions and its limit,
it can no longer portray the absoluteness,
it is painted by the incomprehensible allure and charm,
touch it with senses and desires and it will reveal its secrets,
the fruit of sensuality and grace,
death of the Universe, rebirth after rebirth,
I catch the trace of time,
a kiss of thought in the divine,
me and the mind to rule a world beyond the infinite.
Poem from my book 'The Allure Of Time' available on amazon. Buy my book.
a buyer
of house
looks to
aspire them
to gain
trust in
this mortgage
commonplace that
coffee imagine
a donut
worth their
value in
density as
once dulce
vita is
this anchor
with marrow
a code
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