"accession" poems
Fertile earth’s seductive sorcery
Like ephemeral effulgence’s effluent effusion
Can lead you to believe that it’s not a travesty
Like life’s visceral intuitive eternal is not lost in subtle evasive confusion
Life’s virile translucence reflects this glow
Like an aorist ensemble of interludes transposition
Can lead you to believe that you’re in the know
Like omnipresence presages omniscience’s ubiquity is existential exigency’s peroration’s exposition
Corporeally preternatural metaphysical mystique
Like a mirador bartizan tableau panorama
Can inspire us to rise above its critique
Like spatiotemporal’s telemetry incarnate is creation’s vivid intrepid cyclorama
Spectral verve’s liaison’s consortium
Like eclectic synectic’s conclave’s fatidic
Can leave you lost in germane compendium
Like terminus thrall’s apriori inclination is transcendental accession’s endemic mnemonic
Monad’s transitional majestic splendor
Like residual harmonic vibration’s resilience
Can autonomously evoke and vicariously render
Like rubato’s actuator’s prospectus revealed is orchestration rendition’s intriguing brilliance
Eidetic preterit’s aesthetic amendments
Like protractive analyses’ dimensional delineation
Can lead to cogent salacious enticements
Like phantasmagoria’s fantasia fantastication’s magniloquence is sultry solace’s ostentatious ideation
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 8:07 PM UTC
*This is BELOVEDz's serenade
A ballad of sorts for LOVERz*
HEER:
*Sing everywhere
Tell everyone our LOVE
This is our story of LOVE
Heer's search for Ranjhaa*
~~~
YOU met me once
And touched me with your LOVE
YOU left your LOVE in my SOUL
And when we left each other
I left a cut-scar of LOVE-mark
On your left fore-arm
Every night in darkness
You come and kiss my fore-head
You come and kiss my toes
You surrender to me and
Melt me to dissolve in YOU
I've been wailing for YOU
I've been lamenting for you
Where are you gone
Leaving me like this in
Pain of your LOVE?
Come and see me....
What all I do to search YOU
To bring YOU back to me...
Like I left a LOVE-scar on your body
Why didn't you leave one on my body?
Why can't I rub the blood on my face
That oozed out of your scars?
I want to make a permanent mark
Of your LOVE on my SOUL
On my heart, chest and breast
As a sign and symbol of
Your LOVE's accession over me
Why can't I carry your LOVE
In my motherly womb?
I dreamZ of you a lot
Because you are not with me physically
Still every night I find
Your LOVE spirit within / besides me
I am letting you know
That this is my LOVE for YOU
No one in the world knows that
I've not allowed the world
To even sense my deep LOVE for YOU
Why we should unnecessary invite and
Influence jealous people's
Evil eye on our PURE TRUE LOVE?
You come and kiss my fore-head
You come and kiss my toes
You surrender to me and
Melt me to dissolve in YOU
*Sing everywhere
Tell everyone our LOVE
This is our story of LOVE
Heer's search for Ranjhaa*
(Read the Notes)
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 12:45 AM UTC
Lexical littorals illiterate foal
Talus and cirque shore and shoal
Iconoclast anarchy vortex knoll
****** matrix vertex peak
Semantic regalia flux and seek
Torrid allusions own and keep
Dichotomy paradox surge and swell
Primordial integumence purge and fell
Contiguity confluence dirge and knell
Reliquiae requiem show and tell
Accession assertion deliberative need
Transcendent ascension expiate seed
Subordinate ancillary exigency deed
Subliminal subjunctive sensorium seethe
Uxorious usury detinue blithe
Contiguous currency decimate tithe
Tractive proximity critical lithe
Delusory phantasm futurity kithe
Alacritous tactile acuity interstice
Accidence ambience resonance quipy pith
Scenario synopsis resilience gist
Endergonic protensive progressiveness rift
Prestissimo preterite retroactive gift
Poignant puissance piquant myth
Fable fantasticate legend list
Preternatural gesticulate proclivity pith
Propensity assimilate diabolical mist
********** fornicate zooidal mist
Parenthetical erudite erumpence fist
Quiescent gossamer lecherous wrist
Militant mercenary actuator aorist
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 8:04 PM UTC
On the best day, she did not wear a dress,
She had work and was under unusual stress.
He had the day off, but there was so much to do
With all those chores, he still found time for a surprise or two.
The house was clean, and the groceries bought
And when she came home, the first surprise was got
Pumpkins, pumpkins everywhere!
Big and small and warty and fair
Her favorite day had pumpkins galore,
With pumpkin macaroons made to match the décor
Her man loved romance, and was charming to boot
He was crazy enough to share in his pumpkin loot.
She loved his quirky gesture, done solely to make her day
So when his second surprise came, she knew just what to say—
When he hit a knee and said, “I mustache you a question,”
Her brain was slow to understand the desired accession
With adorable ardor and love in his eyes,
He declared his love, though his anxiety was hard to disguise
He pleaded and begged and made himself look a fool
Overwhelmed, her heart answered before her cheeks could cool
Instead of pity and shame at his ardent endeavor,
She smiled and made this his best day ever.
Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 2:42 PM UTC
Fertile earth’s seductive sorcery
Like ephemeral effulgence’s effluent effusion
Can lead you to believe that it’s not a travesty
Like life’s visceral intuitive eternal is not lost in subtle evasive confusion
Life’s virile translucence reflects this glow
Like an aorist ensemble of interludes transposition
Can lead you to believe that you’re in the know
Like omnipresence presages omniscience’s ubiquity is existential exigency’s peroration’s exposition
Corporeally preternatural's metaphysical mystique
Like a mirador bartizan tableau panorama
Can inspire us to rise above its critique
Like spatiotemporal’s telemetry incarnate is creation’s vivid intrepid cyclorama
Spectral verve’s liaison’s consortium
Like eclectic synectic’s conclave’s fatidic
Can leave you lost in germane compendium
Like terminus thrall’s apriori inclination is transcendental accession’s endemic mnemonic
Monad’s transitional majestic splendor
Like residual harmonic vibration’s resilience
Can autonomously evoke and vicariously render
Like rubato’s actuator’s prospectus revealed is orchestration rendition’s intriguing brilliance
Eidetic preterit’s aesthetic amendments
Like protractive analyses’ dimensional delineations
Can lead to cogent salacious enticements
Like phantasmagoria’s fantasia fantastication’s magniloquence is sultry solace’s ostentatious ideation
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 2:47 AM UTC
The stitch in mine
Is not like yours
A cut deep down
Into my soul
Am made of dust
From stars below
In shades I flourish
Deep dark I flow
At home I am
Inside my hull
Away from bias
Rubbed in salt
Away from dispute
Hatred immense
Inward I look
In my defense
Observer of time
A soul so old
Rivaling the titans
I stand so bold
Infuriating accession
From exterior advances
Yet trudging along
Onwards alone
I go
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 6:35 AM UTC
The
shallow
waters pool
between my toes
shoreline shark vigils:
hungry liquid shepherds.
I wade past respectfully...
I am no seal, to be broken
littoral edges drawn crestfallen
the point of no empyreal return.
Crepuscular accession, immersion
salt stinging my eyes as I gill bliss,
pressure slowly crushing my lungs
burst capillaries tandem,
bones imploding in deep
thought actinism.
An organic
plight to make
the lost
light.
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 2:07 PM UTC
you loved beer with an alcohol content more than your body could contain. he's lovely and you nudge him in the most delicate of ways because he's beautiful. you whisper the words you wanted to hear and he whispers back. you crawl up in your sheets and submerge yourself into your supernatural thoughts another brain deserves to hear. you walk in the most dangerous labyrinth of the island under the orange street lights thrusting up from the earth and still hear the humming birds eating biscuits dipped in yellow honey — it was gentle waves and light brown eyes tingeing its soft edges hands touching in the cold weather kind of safe. you end the night together with too much alcohol and red cheeks with a numb swollen feet but it's still what you wanted.
you went everywhere and you love it. he's a fictional varmint, too beautiful to be real, but he is. like how the shadows shifts from his small eyes down to your shoulder blades. everything about him and you were like carved on tablets and trees with names written on love letters. you love him because he's real, his rawness engulfs your soul and you know it, he's made for you and you were made for him because you've seen him without using your eyes, how your limbs would fill in the gaps and how the sound waves of your laughs will echo in the chambers of your organs.
you love wine and pour them every single morning and it tasted better than water but he's still the same and everything gets better and better like how your night lamp dimmed in reverse and in the worst of the worsts — a series of perpetual warfare and a great pertinacity of agony kind of worst — you still cling to the moment the Founder of the universe and all the elements of fate, time and space brought you to that day you met. in each accession of the most unfortunate circumstance, there is something that you wanted which makes you want to feel another mili second of tomorrow and another and another.
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 2:07 AM UTC
Young and bold he leaped forth,
With the power of youth at his back.
For he was the inheritor of this world
So, willingly he would attack.
Spurred on through the tales of past,
His was the passion of fire,
Deep into the world he charged fast,
Such was his burning desire.
Moving with purpose and haste
He drove forth with ambition and need,
Complete was his care not to waste;
For he was totally freed.
He stumbled, fell and stumbled more
Held by the tacit complicity of life:
He had marched through Hell's great door.
Emerging was his great strife.
He had tossed the key to his lock,
Hurled it away through his greed;
Now was this great block-
Stammering and starting to bleed.
Dark were the storms of his mind,
Festering in loathsome obsession,
Entranced by memories entwined-
Disfigured through utter suppression.
Hollow and totally coarse,
The light that shone brighter than all
Now flickered in total remorse,
Not answering to his previous grand call.
Though through darkness comes light,
Bound by the laws of accession,
So he would not be consumed by the night,
Nor bound by any great depression.
Life is but totally strange;
So he rose up and bowed around
Destined for some great change-
For his was soon to be found.
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 4:58 AM UTC
-faking breaking news
Hurray!
The United Kingdom will become the 51st state of the USA. This decision has not been officially announced yet, but it will soon be done, according to our informal source near Prime Minister dr. Farage. "A newly independent nation needs a strong arm to guide its steps towards prosperity, " our beloved PM recently stated, so this move should not come as a surprise.
Strong support
We all know dr. Farage's sympathy for a strong and straight approach, which has only increased during the past three years of versatile and energetic priority swapping. The tremendous successes of this period were achieved also by the practical and moral support of our American friends. Therefore we are convinced that the proud accession to this successful union of states will re-energise our traditional institutions, thus supplying new vigour to the independence we won in the glorious year 2019.
Just sign
It is expected that mr. Kushner, US secretary of foreign affairs and acting vice-president, will soon invite our beloved PM to sign the treaty. US officials made it clear to us there is no need for the UK to worry about the details.The terms of the treaty will be completely defined at Trump Super Tower; all the UK will have to do is sign. This will help the UK to seamlessly become a highly successful and inseparable part of the prosperous United States.
Highly valuable
The safety of the UK will be guaranteed by the permanent presence of the US navy at Scapa Flow, where joint operations will be performed with Russian or EU fleets. And the Irish will be happy: the Irish border will be effectively removed since many (if not most) Irish people have become Americans long ago, and for many years the Republic of Ireland has been successfully advised by great US-based privately owned firms. These firms, that are also active in the UK, will turn the UK into a highly valuable hub between Europe and the US. For the first time in history EU citizens will be able to reach the USA by car only, via Ireland or the Calais-Dover tunnel. This will also be the preferred access method since public transport, and public services in general, are expected to be dismantled - for the benefit of us all.
Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 4:58 PM UTC
Purged by violence
Body distorted,
Weathered by ignorance.
Miles of shame beneath your feet
Exchanging pleasure for disease.
Lifeless and wrought
Contempt with your miserable life
Owned,
By a hypodermic puncture site.
Willingly you undress,
Your shamefully reflection;
To wolves of prey
With violent intentions.
Mentally inapt
Incapable of discretion
A spirit void waste of flesh,
Used for others accession
Your foreboding creation
A ceremony of pain
Unable to have an objection.
Flies on the fruit of your body;
A maggot nest
for nature's protection.
Falsified hopes
Stem from paralyzed delusion.
Drug induced comma
Keeps your pain in remission.
Transfixed by your own demise
7 masked figures lure you inside.
Thrown into the back of a van.
Oil soaked rags
Bind each of your hands
No sirens to chase you Down
Adorned in a bag,
Is how you'll be found.
Violently emancipated;
cleansed of your pride.
Washed with gasoline,
To help you subside.
Set ablaze,
With violent reactions
***** no more.
Welcome to the procession.
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 9:24 PM UTC
They married in the merry month of May
at Windsor Castle - Hey Noney Ney!
So, Meghan and Prince Harry
decided not to tarry.
Now a baby’s on the way.
next Spring - they say..
The Queen’s amused
The Duke’s bemused
Prince Charles enthused:
saying to Duchess Camilla,
“A Jolly Good Show! Oh Joy!”
Said she: “A girl or boy?”
Said HRH "Don't tease.
One or the other -
no transgender if you please,
nor talk of Succession
to threaten my Accession.”
TOBIAS
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 4:32 AM UTC
I long for the reign of the visual (her first look of the day)
The pitter patter stampede on my conscience
quickly softened with a touch; such is the cotton effect
of her flesh:::
still she isn't here
vile is the curse of distance
the struggle to be close to her::
**the want knows
what it's like to be beatified in accession**
ingratiated in proximity
inculcated by a smile
**when inches feel like miles
continents should be easy**
still I panhandle for a word
dumpster-dive for images
Forever searching for you, a salve of perfection, frozen in time
There is an arrogance in the required syllables needed to describe her grace
cdh
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 11:25 PM UTC
Blood ran thick as consciousness imploded
Corrupted thoughts fighting to be decoded
Pupils expanded into new territory
Doomed accession through manipulated clarity.
False perception carries falsified fears
Hesitantly drawn close by passing sneers.
Sweat forms on the nose
Then it drenches all his clothes
People stare as he walks on by
Captured by the nature of a passing sky
Demonic stare
Perceived despair.
He falls out of grace
Forgetting how to maintain a walking pace
Looking all out of sorts
As he fumbles conversational retorts.
The eyes are starting to drift away
As enjoyment begins to decay
Pupils restore to a natural state
Thoughts return to a blank slate
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 4:38 PM UTC
Fertile earth’s seductive sorcery
Like ephemeral effulgence’s effluent effusion
Can lead you to believe that it’s not a travesty
Like life’s visceral intuitive eternal is not lost in subtle evasive confusion
Life’s virile translucence reflects this glow
Like an aorist ensemble of interludes transposition
Can lead you to believe that you’re in the know
Like omnipresence presages omniscience’s ubiquity is existential exigency’s peroration’s exposition
Corporeally preternatural's metaphysical mystique
Like a mirador bartizan tableau panorama
Can inspire us to rise above its critique
Like spatiotemporal’s telemetry incarnate is creation’s vivid intrepid cyclorama
Spectral verve’s liaison’s consortium
Like eclectic synectics' conclave’s fatidic
Can leave you lost in germane compendium
Like terminus thrall’s apriori inclination is transcendental accession’s endemic mnemonic
Monad’s transitional majestic splendor
Like residual harmonic vibration’s resilience
Can autonomously evoke and vicariously render
Like rubato’s actuator’s prospectus revealed is orchestration rendition’s intriguing brilliance
Eidetic preterit’s aesthetic amendments
Like protractive analyses’ dimensional delineations
Can lead to cogent salacious enticements
Like phantasmagoria’s fantasia fantastication’s magniloquence is sultry solace’s ostentatious ideation
Oct 2, 2020
Oct 2, 2020 at 5:04 PM UTC
Fertile earth’s seductive sorcery
Like ephemeral effulgence’s effluent effusion
Can lead you to believe that it’s not a travesty
Like life’s visceral intuitive eternal is not lost in subtle evasive confusion
Life’s virile translucence reflects this glow
Like an aorist ensemble of interludes transposition
Can lead you to believe that you’re in the know
Like omnipresence presages omniscience’s ubiquity is existential exigency’s peroration’s exposition
Corporeally preternatural's metaphysical mystique
Like a mirador bartizan tableau panorama
Can inspire us to rise above its critique
Like spatiotemporal’s telemetry incarnate is creation’s vivid intrepid cyclorama
Spectral verve’s liaison’s consortium
Like eclectic synectics' conclave’s fatidic
Can leave you lost in germane compendium
Like terminus thrall’s apriori inclination is transcendental accession’s endemic mnemonic
Monad’s transitional majestic splendor
Like residual harmonic vibration’s resilience
Can autonomously evoke and vicariously render
Like rubato’s actuator’s prospectus revealed is orchestration rendition’s intriguing brilliance
Eidetic preterit’s aesthetic amendments
Like protractive analyses’ dimensional delineations
Can lead to cogent salacious enticements
Like phantasmagoria’s fantasia fantastication’s magniloquence is sultry solace’s ostentatious ideations
Nov 1, 2024
Nov 1, 2024 at 9:05 AM UTC
This progression,procession,accession to the throne and all so I can bow before,atone unto the greater law,if this is all that this life's for I'll give up the ghost right now or get the most I can, and how I will enjoy my day,though knowing one day I must pay.
The requests fly in,fly here to sin and have a ball but even i cannot accept them all and so I lay them down to you and if you want,you can sin too.
Today's the way the credits play,let debits all accrue, but we all pay in the end so if you're scared and want to mend your ways,
what are you doing here?
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 9:16 AM UTC
Lexical littorals illiterate foal
Talus and cirque shore and shoal
Iconoclast anarchy vortex knoll
****** matrix vertex peak
Semantic regalia flux and seek
Torrid allusions own and keep
Dichotomy paradox surge and swell
Primordial integumence purge and fell
Contiguity confluence dirge and knell
Reliquiae requiem show and tell
Accession assertion deliberative need
Transcendent ascension expiate seed
Subordinate ancillary exigency deed
Subliminal subjunctive sensorium seethe
Uxorious usury detinue blithe
Contiguous currency decimate tithe
Tractive proximity critical lithe
Delusory phantasm futurity kithe
Alacritous tactile acuity interstice
Accidence ambience resonance quipy pith
Scenario synopsis resilience gist
Endergonic protensive progressiveness rift
Prestissimo preterite retroactive gift
Poignant puissance piquant myth
Fable fantasticate legend list
Preternatural gesticulate proclivity pith
Propensity assimilate diabolical mist
********** fornicate zooidal kist
Parenthetical erudite erumpence fist
Quiescent gossamer lecherous wrist
Militant mercenary actuator aorist
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 7:07 PM UTC
Although we can personify beings with metaphysical prowess, (objectified manifest's dimensional delineations),can we touch others or even ourselves with these extrapolations? Is zoomorphic zoolatry's demagogueries on the social contiguity a proper solution. I mean how the clairaudience of astral projection. One would tend to think that proximity's parameter's opaque opulence would tend to take precedence over the exponentially extemporaneous nature of trajectory extant's physical location. It's the corporeally preternatural facts to exude when you consider the space it occupies. Noumenal sentience's semantics infer a spatiotemporal telemetry tactician. It's the identity crisis facts, and yet we conception feel an affinity for our surroundings. This might tend to implicate that the evolution of psychic clarity's mystic symbiotic's were irrefragably fecund. Ethology's entelechy to apotheosis élan vital's apotropaic. Transcendental accession's ascension is translucently transpicuous. Retrospectively retroactive revision an inevitability. All that was will be forever and all that could be will become, not that this guarantees a positive outcome. We're fractal.
May 17, 2024
May 17, 2024 at 1:15 AM UTC
starvation
is the invisible
cannibal’s
birthmark.
water
is nothing’s
blood.
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 12:08 AM UTC
Although we can personify beings with metaphysical prowess, (objectified manifest's dimensional delineations),can we touch others or even ourselves with these extrapolations? Is zoomorphic zoolatry's demagogueries on the social contiguity a proper solution. I mean how the clairaudience of astral projection. One would tend to think that proximity's parameter's opaque opulence would tend to take precedence over the exponentially extemporaneous nature of trajectory extant's physical location. It's the corporeally preternatural facts to exude when you consider the space it occupies. Noumenal sentience's semantics infer a spatiotemporal telemetry tactician. It's the identity crisis facts, and yet we conception feel an affinity for our surroundings. This might tend to implicate that the evolution of psychic clarity's mystic symbiotic's were irrefragably fecund. Ethology's entelechy to apotheosis élan vital's apotropaic. Transcendental accession's ascension is a translucent transpicuity. Retrospectively retroactive revision an inevitability. All that was will be forever and all that could be will become, not that this guarantees a positive outcome. We're fractal.
Nov 20, 2019
Nov 20, 2019 at 9:32 PM UTC
Morphologically metamorphic integument, aura roan's rainbow mare.
Within your magical integument metamorphosis.
A transpositional interlude that transmogrifies our earthly shell into an immortal puissance, enshrouded in its mystical nimbus, objectified manifest's radix repartee.
Slowly we wind our mythical shroud round about us like a cocoon,
made of the mesmeric magic we exude.
An intoxicating ambrosia of enrapturing inebriation helping us prepare for the mystic prowess which will be ours.
We will be incarnated into a higher state of being.
Transcendental accession's ascension, elan vital's ne plus ultra apotheosis, orthogenesis overtures. Exogamy's homogeny.
We await within a veil of rainbows and light, whose opaque opulence becomes psychic clarity's evolutional fiduciary.
We were meant for this, corporeally preternatural becoming ethereally sublime.
Umbra ultraism and penumbral piquant.
We will become apex axis' crux, corporeal beings ultimate expression.
Mentality's trajectory theosophy's theophany.
Ethology's entelechy's zoomorphic zoolatry.
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 7:06 PM UTC
we are all puppets on a string
playing victim to the machinery
that lies within our bones.
being so consumed within
the advancing universe
that we, ourselves, have become to mimic it
to the very core unit of our being;
we are granted a framework of bones
replaced by pulleys and bolts,
circuits of thoughts
fueling the cogs
continuously rumbling in the brain.
mankind
has lessened in the skills
of thoughts and cognition
absent-mindedly replacing it
with mechanical intelligence.
heartbeats dance on the hands of a clock,
ticking nuclear bombs
slowly
running out of time;
one day to be exchanged
from skin to steel armour
and pixelated eyes.
beings with no capacity
to feel the heart wrenching sentiment of love.
beings with no desire
to ache with the accession of dread.
beings that we, shortly, are to evolve into.
humanity
is a puppet on a string,
within reach
of losing itself to technology.
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 10:29 PM UTC
Lexical littorals illiterate foal
Talus and cirque shore and shoal
Iconoclast anarchy vortex knoll
****** matrix vertex peak
Semantic regalia flux and seek
Torrid allusions own and keep
Dichotomy paradox surge and swell
Primordial integumence purge and fell
Contiguity confluence dirge and knell
Reliquiae requiem show and tell
Accession assertion deliberative need
Transcendent ascension expiate seed
Subordinate ancillary exigency deed
Subliminal subjunctive sensorium seethe
Uxorious usury detinue blithe
Contiguous currency decimate tithe
Tractive proximity critical lithe
Delusory phantasm futurity kithe
Alacritous tactile acuity interstice
Accidence ambience resonance quipy pith
Scenario synopsis resilience gist
Endergonic protensive progressiveness rift
Prestissimo preterite retroactive gift
Poignant puissance piquant myth
Fable fantasticate legend list
Preternatural gesticulate proclivity pith
Propensity assimilate diabolical mist
********** fornicate zooidal kist
Parenthetical erudite erumpence fist
Quiescent gossamer lecherous wrist
Militant mercenary actuator aorist
May 1, 2022
May 1, 2022 at 11:07 PM UTC
(20 minute poetry)
They look for confession
an ear to the ground
I look for accession
a pistol in hand and
he looks for absolution
from so many sins
In the end nobody wins
It's just a game of chance
spin the wheel
take the next dance
and then the music stops
the light goes out
the window through which I hear the righteous shout is starred with a thousand moonlit splinters,
fed late in the evening by the harsh cold winters that blow in from the North
in January I came to her
snow on my collar
arms frozen wide
she took me inside where
the fire burned bright.
February when the light became stronger
she loved me for longer each day.
Matchsticks in March to keep my eyes open
hoping that I would see.
April
not the cruellest month only the fourth
and May is for taking the bull by the horns
' corn's in the meadow'
June flew by me
July burnt me brown
August and I headed back to the town
to the rundown estates
to the mistakes that I made
September laid in wait for me
October set the trap for me,
by November
I had tired of it
wanted to sit out in the sun
watching the shadows
pass.
December lies
Christmas ties us all into a fantasy
the catastrophe was that I
believed in it.
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 6:33 PM UTC