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Nicholas Zuraw Sep 2020
As one falls in love and
With a drop and one of those
Sudden slight sighing surrenders
A heart is given to another to hold
The sincerest smiles unfurl the most delicate rose
Plunging deep into ravines of passion all-consuming.

If I lived forever and a day
You would never be more beautiful than now
Your presence brings me to the brink of life
Lifted by a dawning sun your eyes aglow like jewels
Setting mine at peace with the waning moon
That turns the tide pulling my love to you.

Red velvet candlelight blushes
Deep lingering lip-staining kisses
Captured, cherished kept close to the heart
To form the sweetest of memories
To have and to hold for now and forever
No matter where the avenues of life take me.

All the little pieces had fallen together
Like morsels of coloured glass
Used to make combinations under the hand
In the depths of one of those polygonal peepshows of childhood
Love had been found and nurtured and grown until two hearts beat as one
Discovering a breath of life that distance cannot break
mike smith Oct 2012
He'll lose himself to the sensation of the stilletoed temptation,
The billboard peepshows with the super-sized lies.
He'll waste the money he so shamelessly worked the streets for
On chemical romances that distract him from the skies.
This is just a small excerpt from a song I wrote but didn't like. Another larger portion of the deceased song is the piece i wrote titled "Future of Society". i just like this small bt on its own. i may incorporate it into a song soon.
lonely willows shivering in
the holy ether of wind
baubles hang and chime like
honey filling ear
drums

a convulsion of dreams
atonement for the muzzled
fornicator of reality

where men hacksaw
their legends from the
fabric of truth
purger themselves from
pulpits of egocentric
alters

carnivores of praise and
self-adulation

i want the humble salt
of hope, the naked and nervous
courage of overt happiness
and its ambition

i need fertile gardens
growing the seeds of humanities
gentler hearts, loftier ideals

not these amoral molten mouths
spewing ashes for symbols,
selling peepshows to win loyal
martyrs to empty causes,
bleaker ends

dreams are for the willows
i'll shiver no more
chiming only of my vision
suckling the honey of my own
bees

now...
how to walk like thunder?
talk like light?
live like the rivers,
who've drank all the rain?

— The End —