she

To her friends, she is the angel created to save
To her lovers, she is the demon built to kill
But only a piercing true man enough to be brave
Can see she is an angel made by the devil

iii

I was in mezzanine ----- With a clear view
Of the discordant ----- Third act reunion scene

ii

I spent the night in a sink ----- The cold, stale air
The wet tombstone ----- Pallid lights, local drink

i

Her eyes belonged in bed ----- Smelled her clothes
Copper, snow, tangerine ----- Kissed her cheek instead

Rachel Glen Jul 15

just lay back and i will trace
the constellations on your golden skin,
as you are made up of the stars

The big sea waves
Seems like
They will wash me away
With all the other things
Left in pieces.
And the moment
It’s too close to even predict
I put my feet into the sand
deeper than earlier.
The waves come
and goes by,
Without moving me a bit or so
Playing with me
All over again and again
As a never-ending game.

A learning at the end
A problem However frightening
or unpredictable it may seem
too close to even think
But we must make
our roots strong
to survive
the sudden
outward disturbances
Or pain without
washing away ourselves
In-between the play of the game.

-02/07/2017

Sea waves teaching the game of living life.

Let's have some coffee, shall not we?
Are you hungry?
No, why?
You have a playful deluge to propagate, do not you?
Your eyes blaze vividly like sky
And? The whole street's quivering by luxurious lights
The clouds strive to squeeze amongst each other
What's recrudescing?
Get up! thunders doodle  the sands
I got bored of coffee
With such clouds amidst the sun'll be discombobulated
Are my eyes still blazing?
Oh, stop chuckling
It's not me! listen! the wind blubbers and woes don't you wonder why,?
A blizzard's ambulating?
Observe those odd bolts!
Want to race?
You think you'll be rejuvenated?
By the inception sunshine, wasn't we to bloom blows?
How bizarre now! you forgot the cup of yours
I'll imbibe love without you! will you please, catch me?
If I don't want to scratch me!
Your kiss mangles me delicately
Look.. I believe I cannot inhale
The billows of zest, touchy how you are!
The sea becomes boring to behold
It's whether we play or hunt
Dull, warm lasting not night
Hold my hand
What? we'll in such transcendence, dance?
Increasingly
Let's demonstrate our demons
You are drunk bliss
Some coffee?
It's a pulchritudinous oblivion! no
You utilise love as toy
I just connect the tiles

It was not  only the sun who was discombobulated.Thanks for perusing it.

Little girl, little girl standing in the corner
come out and play, don't be shy
and don't forget your limits are in the sky
Every night you lay your head to rest
don't forget that you are the best
Hold your chin up high and never look down
never walk around with a frown
They'll tear you apart limb from limb
and pretend that they never ever sin
Live by the book and follow the rules
or you'll never be good enough
So while you can,
pretend the sun shine is glitter falling from the sky
pretend in your head that you know how to fly
Because every waking second  determines your next
so be careful because you'll never know when and if you're hexed

Little girl, little girl standing in the corner live while you're young, but be careful getting older

If you see a hawk
on a bough at field's edge
beyond the corner you should have turned
maybe it's a sign to go on.

Such as during an improvisation on
Flamingo or I've Got You Under My Skin
you play in the wrong key or mode completely
maybe it's a sign to go on, in the wrong key.

Or when my sons cry not wanting
to be alone, I'm upstairs writing
or just enjoying trees in every direction
it too may be a sign to go on alone.

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Marsha A Jun 30

Love is a game that two can play
and both win;
That’s what they said.
But these days...
Love is a game that everyone often plays
and tries to cheat at,
because nobody knows
how to win it.

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