a lie
letting go
the news
if statuesque
and bronzed
in shallow
field she
roust the
lights then
dressed down
her clothes
and was
the most
desired to
flaunt again
with her
model legs

I've been struck through and through,
it's as if a spell has been cast on the substance of my very being,
and it lures me towards you with every passing moment.
My spirit has an attachment now,
and I'm so pleased the one to cast it upon me is you.
You've conjured up every positive emotion at the same time inside,
and I'm only at my full potential when you're around.
An immediate attachment from the hex I'm under,
and I'm forming a new habit of dependence upon your presence,
like my heart has been glamoured because you have me enamored.
When you're gone I feel you still from this enchantment that I'm under,
a wondrous opulence inside of me that can only grow,
and fill me so much that there isn't room for anything else,
all my affections point in one direction,
that flow from me to you by the way you sing your siren song.
This charm has placed a new appeal of allurement,
a fascinating enticement that controls all of my motives,
and tempts me to run to the finish line already.
A seductive illusion that has me captive,
and I don't want to ever let go,
of the magic you've given me,
because my new favorite fairy tale,
is the one we're currently writing.

Although an atheist
   with many question that abound
bout the lineage of humanity, this bard
   formerly of Belmont hills
nada seeketh to be crowned
yet applauds those

   who attest in deity
   where salvation doth re-dound
peace of body, mind
   and spirit can be found
and rest in peace when demise
   finds her/him under ground
identified by a tombstone and a mound
which...over time becomes less round.

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YO­M KIPPUR ™

Those who practice Jewish
   faith pay obeisance
   Too holiest day of their year
Atonement & repentance mantra themes

   Unswerving prayers flock doth wear
As spiritual raiment in tandem
   With a twenty-five hour
   fast orthodox n’er veer
With pride synagogues rabbi beckons
   flock to don cloak of virtue to wear

Supplicating against creator
   sans vices within psyche tear
The delicate fabric covenant
   easily shredded
   per temptation from ****** spear

Loftiness attendant on this
   High Holy Day
   whence judgment severe
Within gilt written tomb
   encapsulating behavior –

   Vile forgiveness rare  
Thus inducing many a worshiper
   To spend hours immersed in prayer
Or…even self-abuse to vitiate
   demonic forces that invisibly leer

Drowning out words of the prophet
   that believers must hear
To attain coveted accompaniment
   To promised land
   without materialistic gear

Whence with most obedience
   to sacred texts will fare
Most successfully and kowtowed
   Like Rudolph the red nose rein deer

While Santa Claus
   godlike heard crystal clear
Whose voice ushers inxs of hoof beats
   Akin to horn of Gabriel did blare

As eve n tide cast dark shadows
   from royal Belvedere
For those lives of purity
   offered salvation into the heavenly air.

It’s like an echo off a cliff
Quiet as the hissing wind
Which hums over the wingtips of a gull
Lost in a sea of sand
Beneath the feet of a Castaway
Are the memories of bygone times and days gone by
They are washed away
As is every hope and happiness
Which once was brought upon, by the comforting rain
Though the trees connect his head and hands
To the barren sky above his head
No firelight can catch a glimpse of the looking glass
Or signal back, beyond the reef and its crooked back
For his is only in his heart inland
That survived the falling flights decent
Out of the sky above his head
Where the wings of changes could carry him back
Home to her arms, at loving last

sometimes relationships are like movies; you can predict the ****** or the ending even before it happens. when the movie ends, you need to evaluate if it's worth putting more time and effort into a sequel: same cast, same plot, same idea. but sometimes, it takes a terrible sequel in order to realize that every minute you loved is over and you can either re-watch them over and over, until you can recognize that you need a new cast, a new story, and a new vision. pick your own cast-choose wisely. write your own script. but do not let it write you.