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Thomas Bodoh Nov 2018
You fool! thought I, ashamed; embroidered tunes have caught you
By the tail so quickly. The flitting seraph wings
Wrought and plucked by harpists, and soaring snowy strings
Enjoined and swiftly snatched you; cease, you truly ought to.
The hearty ******* hammers, they hardly must have fought you
Yet now you lie as wounded, ensnared by petty things
Which melt the ice inside you, once the cello sings.
You faint ere damsels swoon; old scars, they scarcely taught you.
Wars and wives await you; vast views beyond all measures -
Don your trusty sword-strap! Embrace the woodland quests;
Unearth the knight inside you; inter the pallid flesh.
You fool, thought I again, those pearly unreal treasures
Entangle all right reason. In truth, those tuneful guests,
All sweetmeats to my ear, will rule my home afresh.
Thomas Bodoh Nov 2018
The flaming jewels now burn with phoenix fire
Red as rubies, alive as sunlight fair,
Within your woodland eyes, a glowing gyre
Each morn reborn to fly with splendor rare.
The forest dark, alive with creeping death
That lies beyond our cottage warm and true,
Writhing with wily worms and ****** breath,
Withers to meet such elven souls as you.
Your arrows straight fly true with poisoned peaks.
Each well-aimed word impaling wicked foes.
Your bow drawn taut will taunt the shadow-freaks;
Your mystic blades will blaze with azure glows.
Blow the sky-blast trumpets! Split the quiet night!
She wields the deathly darts; she fights with phoenix-light.
To my sister.
Thomas Bodoh Nov 2018
Just another broken heart
flattened into words again,
Smearing across the pasty page
like black or blue-blotched blood again;
Just a touch of token art
with which to whip the world again;
Fearing a cross too crass to carry,
They faerie-framed their thoughts again:

Take time, took time, take time this time
To clash colors, a mix of chromas, aromas:
Molten gold, glinting, told tales this time
Of sins staining souls, a soma, a coma;
Forge phrases, four ages of metals to melt
Syllables, words, still able swords, vaunt,
Down and up high the hammer to **** her
Or him for whatever however we want

Looking for troth or truth, that thing;
Maybe by binding books we can find it.
It should never make sense, confusion is
Beauty apparently; form or frame has aged
Too sage, or something, just a splash of
Words on a page, repeat, repeat
Sounds lovely, drip, drop, break, love, hurt,
He said, she said, forever and for ever, then
Stop

Something simple, sight or sound,
Take a second, and rely
On real eyes
To realize
The real lies
We're all just
Thomas Bodoh Oct 2018
Suddenly You define me;
The epitome of life,
You ask me:

What are your criteria
For quality?
For comfort?
For life?

You scrape a bit of me
off onto You every day

Test the purity of a
golden heart against the
black stone of suffering
I bleed in streaks of silver

You are my touchstone now.
Thomas Bodoh Oct 2018
To live forever; to cheat Death's Plan;
To slaughter men; to be a Man;
Achaean glory saves their souls,
Written forever in Homer's scrolls.

The lists of names, the blood and gore,
All for one purpose: to die no more.
We sing the songs; we read their pain;
We are the minds that house the Slain.

We are the Underworld.
Thomas Bodoh Oct 2018
A thousand dusty voices
choke out a new song.
Throw sand in the air, watch it fall,
and sometimes it makes a sandcastle.
Hope it doesn’t blind your eyes -
Then you’ll be both
unseeing and unspeaking.
And everyone knows
that you can’t live long like that.
Thomas Bodoh Oct 2018
Happy Birthday!
Guess what I got for you?

Endless blue skies
                                      (I like the night better)
My unending love
                                      (You liar)
And a couple seconds with you.
                                      (Leave me alone)


                                       Thanks! This is what I've always wanted.
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