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the tides swell
and hearts quell

my body shakes in anticipation
of profund ecstasy of liberation
and not the emptiness of libations

the bright moon light keeps the revelers out
thirsting for soemthing they cannot name
in a drunken fanatic frenzy they shout
claiming a new change in life when they remain the same

the ocean waves crash
and so do my thoughts
an uncontrollable maelstrom that spreads like a rash
only to find peace in the still silence I've always sought

Finally I am home and I bask in the light of the full moon

I too was a reveled once howling at the moon
but now instead I drink in the spirit of life
I might have spoke too soon
because my heart still feels stife
can't find a lipstick dark enough to match my soul
sometimes i get sociopathically ******-****.
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in the brain

and a poet's mind
is never at rest
no more than the
cannon of life beats
within the chest
(C) Maxwell 2014
Eyes of different colours meet
A heart that beats in sync with no conceit
Laboured breath, a sword and sheath
A place to rest my tired feet.

A message poorly written, tapped
Pupils once closed dilate
Minds so alive no longer sedate
Shortcuts taken, never on time but never late

Grapes on a vine crushed to make wine
So does the labouring sun shine
A breath of yours, A breath of mine
A subtle crescendo and a steep decline.

A tarnished sword and withered sheath
Nevertheless a place to rest my tired feet.
Through all the one word conversations
Lost between the countless vines
They say a smile is a friend
But it's no friend of mine
I question if love and life
Can really coexist
I look it in the face
And I blow it a kiss

I try to answer the all the riddles
I go back and forth between
That sweet taste in my mouth
The only indication of where I've been
I haven't slept a minute
I can never rest my head
The hours pass by slower
So I bite my lips instead

The questions never stop
The riddles always persist
Was the answer a landmark
Or something I've already missed?

Here lies the grave
Of a friend I've never missed
Who I've loved in life
But have long since dismissed
And there one of a man
Who I can say I've truly loved
But who never knew how I felt
Like a foreign film badly dubbed

I beat my head against the glass
After every passing thought
I swore I'd never think it again
And look at what it brought
Thinking I was being courageous
I was only being crass
I am something so worthless
As old tattered brass

The questions never stop
The riddles always persist
Was the answer a landmark
Or something I've already missed?
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The Lightning is a yellow Fork
From Tables in the sky
By inadvertent fingers dropt
The awful Cutlery

Of mansions never quite disclosed
And never quite concealed
The Apparatus of the Dark
To ignorance revealed.
adventures
unforgettable adventures

watch the subject thru
the view
finder, click and whirr
and we stir (up some trouble)
and capture that adventure.

set worries aside, let serendipity be our
guide
14MAY14 - 10:21pm
Pull the strings of my heart
And play the song of your eyes
Cradled in my languid arms
These seconds over a lifetime

Better have a little poison today
Than carrying it in your veins
Letting it cause wear and fray

Pluck the chords of my heart
And play the tune of yours too
Now we know each other's parts
We reflect like the sky in ocean blue

Let the silent song fill my lungs
And make me breathe pure
Make me breathe like never before
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