#tay
Thoughts of you strike at all hours
Matching memories to mixed emotions
Handsome haunting face appears
Persistent flames burn me with devotion
Inspired inside by inviting eyes
Powerful enough to lock in a gaze
Makes me want to hide within your aura
In a place far from here, get lost in a gaze
Been living a fairytale
Loving through day, all through the night
Evident by how we remove each others clothes
Want you to be the only one who gets to hold me tight
If you are wrapped up next to me in sheets
I look forward to each play-filled day
I can honestly say I am happy with life
If it lasts only a short while that's still okay
Time spent with your hands on my hips
Worth any amount of pain to come
Feelings you rile within my heart
I will treasure no matter the outcome
I will never forget how your hot breath felt
Tickling my pale exposed neck
Each murmur captured in my brain
Stored in an internal tape deck
Precious moments run around my head
Lips throbbing to touch once more
I will love you until the day I take my last breath
Til the second my still cold body hits the floor
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 3:01 PM UTC
she blew me
an
kiss
it
flew
through
the
circle
in
be
tween
her fingers
she blew
me
?
...
..
.
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 9:16 AM UTC
Lawrence Hall
[email protected]
An American Legion Meeting
O let us sit, our coffee cups to hand
And discharge half-remembered boot camp yarns
As ragged volleys of camaraderie
Blasted through well-defended hearing aids
O let us not raise funds for this or that
Through weekend fish-fries in a parking lot
Or catalogue good deeds inflicted on
Those
For whom our kindness is a border breached
O let us sit, our coffee cups to hand
And remember again the Vam Co Tay
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 9:59 PM UTC
Hearing of a song about a place that I didn't know,
In my head an idea of a poem it did sow,
All the searches I could find of this I had no skill,
Was that people were dying there on Kinnoull Hill,
The beauty of the River Tay and of surrounding land,
The place to view is at the Tower, that's the very place to stand,
The craggy face, the steep sheer drop, if you're mentally ill,
Don't dare venture to the top, the top of Kinnoull Hill,
Of all the places that they choose, they chose this place to die,
Shouting out I love you was the last thing that they cry,
Deciding to end it all, a life that's had its fill,
Death was their last resting place, below Kinnoull Hill,
Not since the days when Jamie Foyers had once so proudly strode,
Now it's for the weary in desperation mode,
They have no need for knife or gun or even just a pill,
Their modus operandi was to climb up Kinnoull Hill,
Don't blame the victims for their death or of their state of mind,
Modern life is difficult with day to daily grind,
He was just a soldier his government trained him to ****
The killing only stopped when he stepped off Kinnoull Hill.
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 9:22 AM UTC