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Jay M Apr 2019
In the dark of night
Creeping in the tall grass
Swaying in the breeze
Then, a canorous sound fills the air

Ensorcelled by the melody
A deterge of all worry
Overcome with tranquility
The dulcetity of the voice

Erubescent when I look at you
The eviturnity of words to say
Yet none would tell of the inexplicable emotion
I somehow contain
For you; it shall remain

You pull me in
Embracing me
I feel your heartbeat
And hear it
Echoing through your ribs

Take my hand
It'll be alright
You are stronger than you know

Taken aback by your manner
The way that you laugh
Makes me giddy
The way that you smile
Makes me blush
The way that you look at me
So affectionate and sheepish
Makes me ripple inside
With joy and happiness
Something I haven't felt in a long time

Yet somehow
I am still plagued by sorrow
Steadily festering beneath my skin
For years
Threatening to take hold
Yet when I'm with you
It's like a camisado
The demons suddenly attacked
The happiness you bring battling them
Capturing them
Keeping them at bay

Still
I feel it tearing me up
The blood of the demons
As you strike them
Is still blood
The demons
Though so cruel
Held me when I was alone...
They wiped away my tears...

Seeing them so
Makes my attachment to them grow
Then, when I go
I let them go
The happiness gone
Drained like the flip of a switch
That only goes off
Only on
By your hand

- Jay M
April 26th, 2019
Camisado: A military attack in the night
Canorous: A melodic or resonate sound
Ensorcell(ed): To enchant or fascinate someone
Deterge: To cleanse thoroughly
Dulcet: another word for beautiful
Erubescent: reddish or blushing
Eviturnity: to be everlasting in duration/eternal existence

Have fun trying to keep up with this one...
Jay M Sep 2019
Wind whistling
Storm raging
Running through the night

Prowling through the dense grasses
Guns loaded
Cocked and ready to fire
In position
Awaiting the command to fire

A camisado
Bursting into the night
Bullets a cascade
Shells raining down
Crying out into vastness

When all is over and lost
Daylight ends
All turns back
To the time of chaos

Running and screaming
One is numb
Walking when all else havoc
Lost in the madness
Crawling across the ground
Into hiding
Then
Pounding of a skull
Over and over
Yet
There is no marks
Only pain

After the battle
After the war
The private battle scars
Salty rivers flow
Carving canyons
Which soon fade
Back to plains
Found and coaxed out
Wrapped in warmth
Fed comfort
Yet
Internally
It is rejected

Information
Flowing in
A holding of the hand
A little fragile
O the one
Trying to go down
Found and halted
Escaping
Captured and taken
Gone away

Time later
Still haunting
Flashbacks
Festering and consuming
Until nothing is left
But the vastness.

- Jay M
September 10th, 2019
This is my camisado...my personal battle. This is what once was..

*Occasional Verse

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