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Sean Critchfield Nov 2011
I would inscribe her image on the front of my heart,

were her irises, ink.

And though my hands have wept and bled.

Though my tongue has sworn and stabbed.

Though my heart has hunted and prayed.

Though my lips have lied and kissed.

I haven't the knowledge to capture her.

My masterpiece, a failed rendition of  her countenance.

Put down your pen, poet.

No arrangement can rival the timelessness of her touch.

To try is folly.

Love simply.


Let my half of our kiss be the melody you harmonize to.

*“Hold me tight.”
Cliffy Buglione Apr 2014
We all lonely, blood
Tis true
Witcha friends and close love family
Each adem a solitaire island
Reaching outta sanity
As they sink into the blue.

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We all lonely
Tis true
From Everton Grey ta Tom Driscoll
All the way thru
Then the vision it project
Only red, green or quicksand blue.
We struggle-
We survive-/
But do we want to ?

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We all lonely
Dat one we can all pass da clue
Touch is tempory
Togetherness is empty
And millions od family guy
Pretend, as each lickle day pass by
'Cause wit loneliness you find
That da preacher guy tis just as blind
As the offering of a psychotic mind.

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We all lonely, De'Anna
Eden da guy wit letter arta tis name
My boy heart it cry 'me soul tis lame'
He study for good, good 20 year education
But him just makin' a reservation
My boy just another at de station
Where trains come and trains go
When the night in his world cloud oder
Tis long, Tis painful, Tis slow.
My boy hold his qualifications hi
But thru the blindness of it all
He fail to spot an obvious lickle lie
Tis not tis mind that hurt
And him guise all the brethren
Ended trampled down
Under 6 foot dirt.

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Tis psychology guy
We all stuck inna freeze frame
Where we don't recognise eachother
It no register who talk.
So some woman invents a personality
On the internet - in da gallery
She actin' real cool
Tinking she makin' progress
'I'm happy' she say
'I've friends'
Sooner or later her converse ends
And da computer say wipe clean
And the imaginary places her mind has been
Get drowned by da lickle message she hadn't seen
An she overcooks a dinner for the alcoholic business guy
Who has shared with her this lifelong lie
20 years gone by.

We all lonely, Wendy
We find someone new
But we forget dey lonely too
And both skies seem to rain
Eden tho da sky tis blue
I'm lonely now
Wit you.

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And God who gave us life
And God who gave us all
Probably gave us loneliness
Cause he didn't want to be alone.
Si j'étais la feuille que roule
L'aile tournoyante du vent,
Qui flotte sur l'eau qui s'écoule,
Et qu'on suit de l'oeil en rêvant ;

Je me livrerais, fraîche encore,
De la branche me détachant,
Au zéphyr qui souffle à l'aurore,
Au ruisseau qui vient du couchant.

Plus **** que le fleuve, qui gronde,
Plus **** que les vastes forêts,
Plus **** que la gorge profonde,
Je fuirais, je courrais, j'irais !

Plus **** que l'antre de la louve,
Plus **** que le bois des ramiers,
Plus **** que la plaine où l'on trouve
Une fontaine et trois palmiers ;

Par delà ces rocs qui répandent
L'orage en torrent dans les blés,
Par delà ce lac morne, où pendent
Tant de buissons échevelés ;

Plus **** que les terres arides
Du chef maure au large ataghan,
Dont le front pâle a plus de rides
Que la mer un jour d'ouragan.

Je franchirais comme la flèche
L'étang d'Arta, mouvant miroir,
Et le mont dont la cime empêche
Corinthe et Mykos de se voir.

Comme par un charme attirée,
Je m'arrêterais au matin
Sur Mykos, la ville carrée,
La ville aux coupoles d'étain.

J'irais chez la fille du prêtre,
Chez la blanche fille à l'oeil noir,
Qui le jour chante à sa fenêtre,
Et joue à sa porte le soir.

Enfin, pauvre feuille envolée,
Je viendrais, au gré de mes voeux,
Me poser sur son front, mêlée
Aux boucles de ses blonds cheveux ;

Comme une perruche au pied leste
Dans le blé jaune, ou bien encor
Comme, dans un jardin céleste,
Un fruit vert sur un arbre d'or.

Et là, sur sa tête qui penche,
Je serais, fût-ce peu d'instants,
Plus fière que l'aigrette blanche
Au front étoilé des sultans.

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