the maze

inside the rules of the car
you promise me that no matter what
insane or compromising thought might
have arisen from either our mouths,

there would always be the maze to keep us as friends- naked friends. fucking friends. hot, sexy, blonde and brown haired beasts summoning our human equity to arouse and arraign each other, each's other:

say,
drowning in internacional shipping bombings, lost at terminals, aboard flights.

noting our beasts

the minimalist pianissimo of black and white keys, the growing spirits of a Richter violin filling us up
with anti-matter, inside this hours black tideless extremes. this place's mooring soporific tinders. You placed this cart of humanness too close to the life you live

even say,

rules i wanted to know but
never have to practise in your absence
nowness self-less and losing to the light, losing to the ocean, each ounce of life is now vastly different

inside of me
where dead worms
cannot crawl
i continue to die beside your sprawl
where heavy night brings memories of
your skin affixed n entwined
each of your twelve unspoken names
each of these hours that won't be mine

and as this box of earth resigns
its peace, i wish never to have known
this haunting sea, where quaffing like
the enigma of misery
my secret voice cannot be free
my eyes cannot bare their sight to see
if ever chance should be

I woke up to chaos and confusion
With you trapped in a tear in my eye.
The world blew up all around me.
I couldn’t hold my head high.
With a strain in my heart and head,
I fell on a black day with grief.
It was a burden I could hold and feel.
There was no sign of relief.
The world felt, somehow, different.
It felt less, yet more sad, and cold.
It felt like a story unfinished,
Like an ending never to be told.
And as I keep on rowing,
And trudging through these tears,
So many are left behind thinking,
“What happened to those years?”
So we grieve and mourn and celebrate
A life which was cut far too short,
And we bind closer together,
Through emotions, love, and support.
But the loss is still so real,
And the grief is quite tangible,
And the mind receives new damage,
While the heart remains frangible.
This new world doesn’t feel real,
Doesn’t feel right, doesn’t feel whole
Without your presence or your song,
Without the beauty of your soul.
We’ll always have your music,
And the beauty of your voice,
But we now mourn the loss of you,
Though your life, we shall rejoice.
Wave goodbye, my disappearing one,
As I end this heartfelt reflection.
My friend for the end of the world,
Say hello to heaven.

On May 18th, 2017, the world lost a true talent and a beautiful soul...a legend by most people's standards. My grief is very real.

Rest easy, Chris Cornell.
Ormond 2d

.
Rain falls shooting the grounds.
In walks avoiding the schrapnel pits
Bleeding, over spilling, as they swell
Memories play to the mute bitterness
Of far cold, how we went wrong, bled
At arms, burned within salted wound
Of dishonest rush, assault of friendly
Fires as die smouldered out of smoke,
Taint of grace flew into a cauldron dark
A cross of red was only suture to veins
Ripped in the onslaughts and love was
Our only casualty.  We were lost, never
To reach the shining wins of conquered
Spoils, never to bed with timeless downs
Of lovers on leave, we now just soldier on,
To walk with rains, in campaign of sorrows.

Nora 2d

the reins slipped my hand ---
or maybe I never truly held them
like rolling die
falling from the sky
the odds of fate
are far from reach

Rutendo 4d

My life is an empty hole
Filled with mess
Fallowed with stress
That l cant embrace

The distress
In the emptyness
Deep in the hallowedness
Of the heartless

Taking my sadness
Away from the hapiness
That brought my fullness
Makes me lifeless

My life is an empty hole
That l cant embrace

its all part life ,l guess
Rutendo 4d

My life is an empty hole
Filled with stress
Fallowed with stress
That l cant embrace

The distress
In the emptyness
Deep in the hallowedness
Of the heartless

Taking my sadness
Away from the hapiness
That brought my fullness
Makes me lifeless

My life is an empty hole
That l cant embrace

its all part life ,l guess
Rutendo 4d

My life is an empty hole
Filled with stress
Fallowed with stress
That l cant embrace

The distress
In the emptyness
Deep in the hallowedness
Of the heartless

Taking my sadness
Away from the hapiness
That brought my fullness
Makes me lifeless

My life is an empty hole
That l cant embrace

its all part life ,l guess
Paul May 17

i'll peel the moon of its glow
and toss it onto the sea,
a discarded appleskin
silvering dark tumult,
as though the husked moon shone yet;

so unrequited love goes,
stripped of hope but twinkling on
a waxing tide of sorrow;
dashed love hangs limp and disrobed
in some dark closet of th'sky.

we've all been there : ) if you're there now, it will pass
Spooky Babe May 17

If you ever wanna kill yourself
I thought that you should know
I don't care if you have declining health
I would never fucking let you go

If you ever wanna commit suicide
Just know you would be killing me too
It'd leave me so fucked up on the inside  
I swear to god I don't know what I'd do

If you ever wanna pull the plug
Think back to all of our memories
And how I'd probably start abusing drugs
Trying to free myself from the misery

So if you really wanna die
Remember that I love you
If that won't keep you alive
I guess I should off myself too

Just as Juliet did for Romeo
So they could be finally be together
No longer would I feel the pain of woe
Because i'd be with you forever

I love you X forever and always
May 17, 2017 1:32am

caramel apple eyes
with no smile,
just a smirk
maybe you'll spare me
from my two year and counting sentence
but it seems unlikely
that i'll be able to get over you,
because if I haven't already
I never will.
Tell me why I can only formulate magnificent proses when they
come from a spot of mourning that you left in the pits of my rotting stomach
it's an ethereal feel that links me back to the sea
your scent draws me in close,
how I desperately want to jump off a cliff to save myself from your grasp.
I spend countless nights huddled in a corner of my room
and I've come to the conclusion that love is only good
when you're in it.
I return to the ocean cliff every day,
looking out to try to pinpoint the bottom of the raging blue rapids beneath where I stand 133 feet up.
Maybe if I can dance closer to the edge,
you'll take notice and save me before I fall
but who am I kidding?
I was the one to take things too far,

I don't want to finish this poem.

you may call it laziness for refusing to finish it, others may say it's writers block, but it's from a dull throb from my heart that prevents me from continuing this chain.
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