Well hell,
Its nearly that day again
Ain't it swell?
All the pretend happy couples
Holding hands and lying to one another
Spending ridiculous amounts of money on candy in fancy boxes
Diabetes wraped beautifully,
Fat *** at no extra charge
Ah and the flowers,
That will sit in a vase and die in four days tops
Then be thrown in trash
And all the given faux or real jewelry
Shiny ****, to deflect from the dullness of the lies spread about like fertilizer, manure
Stinking, much in the same way

Happy Valentine's Day

On her bed, she lay so still,
Listening to the singing,
Of the whippoorwill
I took her hand,
Put it in mine
Combed her dark hair,
So long and fine
Then I dried,
Deaths sweat, from her brow
Knowing she didn't have,
Too much longer now
She opened her eyes,
Gave me a smile
She said,"Dear friend,
I'll see you,
In a little while."
The tears in my eyes,
Oh, how they stung
And on, and on,
The whippoorwill sung.....

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No more resolutions,
Just start taking actions

By: David W. Clare

With creamy pink kisses she whispers my name
Late night dreaming in her hide and seek game...

As my phone cools off, my mood is so on
Her voice made me weak as this night lingers long...

Pillow Talk is the only language she speaks
Smooth as silk, clear as lalique...

Silhouette shadows flicker in the hall
She's now dancing on my bedroom wall...

(C) In perpetuity all rights reserved
(P) FilmNoirWorks

If I was my life to read,
I think I'd find a tragedy.

But with each page I turn
I'd find something new to learn.

Perhaps on one I'd shed a tear,
On another I'll fill with fear.

At times I'll be an action drama,
At others something calmer.

But as I run out of pages and space,
A bleaker ending I seem to face.

Each character highlights a new flaw,
And I wonder how there could be more.

This book may brings its highs and lows,
But it's ****** no one knows.

That is one thing I can't forget:
I haven't read the ending yet.

Love and hate do they not succle from the same breast ?
are thier ospring not uequivically the same ?
both encircle each other like a dog chasing its tail,
both attract the same emotion,
they are only felt through diferent harmonies.
a soul is a soul,
both weigh the same and measure the same in volume,
it is only their colour that difrenciates one from the other.

Above which flower
Do you sleep
With vibrant color
Flavoring your dreams

Beneath what fibrous
Root do you rot
Dank earth mouthing
Funereal dirge

Within which flower
Do you reside
Aroma calls me
To your side?

Sturdy yellow petal
Or blushing wilted pink

Beside you would
I stay with buttercupp'd kiss

Compressed
Over geo-logic time

Until brain
Become mush

Until
Muse drills
Down through
Bone and
Sadness

To release

Gushing

Lathered syllables

Fuel of freedom