Who states most, which can state more
Than this fine praise, that you
Do adore?
Ye whom saw dun beauty
All her store.
Which should illustrate
Where I do pour?
Bare poverty within sad pen
Does dwell:
But a loan could lend a sum
Some vainglory
Yet I still do address you  -if ye Could tell,
That you are you, 
And this is me,
 Such glorifies thy story.
Let me but effigy what in you be Writ
Not making dim what He hath Made clear;
And such a silver shall fluff this Bright wit,
Making your silvers cherished Everywhere
You to your beautiful dank
Right be a curse,
Seeking dolor silvered, left  silver Dolors.

Volens Nolens
Willing or not


I drink
To think
Myself into
The oblivion
I think
To drink
The alluvion

Sullied on the soil
Of our lost foil
For caresses we coil
Like moths around the light
In the drapes of the night
We have bled,  we make love
In our blue and grey cove

Coloring
The blankness
Blanking the colors
Along the dolors
Of this foolishness
Of this nothingness
Agonizing

Ashore the rivages
Of our images
Numbed by the fresh thick flows
Of their fleshly life’s vows
Reflecting
The four flames
Of our blames

July, 19, 2014

We say hello, thank you, you’re welcome, goodbye
We compliment each other, or agree when we’re shy
We model the perfect gentleman or gentlewoman
Marching in unison like a high school band

Then we unhitch a latch and step through a vortex
Forget who we acted like, our name and our ***
Hands on the wheel, no one else matters
Fight for position, fight until…
Crash! Bang! Drip, Drip, darkness, everything shatters

A few minutes come at a very high cost
Beat -- beat -- beat --  then lost
Our cage is what brings out our true colors
Our victories certainly somebody's dolors

Moments are precious wherever you are
Learn to find joy and peace in your car

It’s good to lament. Or maybe not.
A glorious future, never brought.
I remember her, I did adore.
We were to be, evermore.

That’s what love can do. And did.
How quickly from my grasp it slid.
Love ended on a one-way track.
She loved me not as much back.

Heartbroken with no cure.
Love a fairy tale, that for sure.
Never again, I did swear,
The world proved love unfair.

Down a different path I wandered.
Love an illusion, no longer pondered.
Though, I must admit a lament or two.
Brief they were, but true.

Surprised was I, love didn’t last.
In time, the pain, the heartache past.
Whittier’s words of Tongue or Pen,
The saddest were, “What might have been.”

Illusions etched in memory’s wall,
Leave a blur in the withdrawal.
To lament is to fantasize,
A picturesque past and romanticize.

The mind perceives what the heart desires,
A path lighted by hopeful fires.
Love, a perfection not found,
Becomes the path to grievous ground.

That treasured time was unkind,
It left divers dolors deep behind.
Older, but am I wiser by the day?
Alas, I lament, I cannot say.

Those lost years I disregard,
Cherished moments, I still guard.
Times when she ruled my heart,
Before reality pulled us apart.

Love lost forever, is to lament.
Love must be evermore, not something lent.
Love is priceless time, do not burn.
Love those who love you in return.

Thirteen years until another to adore,
Now not a one-way track,
I loved her, she loved me back.
A perfect love evermore.

The sun replaced my mental cloud,
She said, “I love you,” right out loud.
Waves of love made me warm,
A love that became the norm.

Life is now the dream I sought,
Living love, the way life ought.
Yes, time moves with no grin,
My dream faded not with aged skin.

To the one whose love is no ghost,
To forever love, I propose a toast:
We grew old with love and fun,
I love you. My heart and soul you won.

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