No one can run away from hurt

        such bruises have to be in silence borne

        how often is the heart found in such girt

       when love has failed and forever gone

Said Donald Hall.

~
The beauty
Of your nest
Lies in knowing
What hides within
Is better than the rest

A glimpse through your foliage
Reveals a soft calyx
The petals of which are
The enthroned souls of the faithful
But a trap door nonetheless

When I enter
You will sigh
When I keep at it
You will know why
Angels sing
~

wildly and uproariously
the
mouse pulls
his head
from
the jaws of a
ferocious lion
then
the mouse
poured himself
a glass of brandy
while
i laughed so hard
to keep me from crying

Love don’t live here
I am lust in disguised
A reckless man,  
A reckless lover
Black clouds underneath blue sky
A monsoon, soon underneath your eyes
A shaky terrain
For all hearts that ever dare to feel for me
A drop of truth
Inside a bucket of lies
Baby If I were you
I would run away from my lies
Like tear drops against bruised skin
For not a single seed from your basket of love
Could ever grow and blossom here
In this deceitful desert of my soul
A soft warning for the sake of your heart
Out of a last drop of an empty bucket of truth
Baby I can only pray
It reaches your heart on time
Before you fall!