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 Apr 2015 Xan Abyss
Reimar
Farewell
 Apr 2015 Xan Abyss
Reimar
The sun was shining when she left me
And some bird was singing
Up in the trees

The sky was blue but I was raining
And for every mouth she had
I gave her my last kiss

I can remember
How it came to this relationship
I was the subject of her studies
Then she gave in to the temptation

I can remember
How we made love in the corn signs
She pleased me with her tentacles
Sure she could read my mind

A wind came, the trees were shaking
And to the center of the glade
A silver beam shot from above

Her black fur was waving in the glare lights
She was floating heavenwards
Good-bye my love

On my way home
I found something in my pocket
A little stone, so gently glowing
When I hold it in my hand

It makes me read
Every woman’s mind
I could have every girl I want
But I will never fall in love again
 Apr 2015 Xan Abyss
The uniVerse
I existed within shadows
that lined my temple halls
surrounded by meadows
divided by walls
in darkness was I
for though there were windows
I could not see the sky
as only my sin glowed
that lit my path
yet I kept my sanity
for I could laugh.

How can you measure morality?
without a ruler
for god commands gravity
and we are fools heirs
lost with our pride
at judgements table
there's no place to hide
no seat for the wicked
no rest for the able.

On his head was a thicket
a crown which was noble
our sins have been washed
our depravity showered
our pride now quashed
and yet empowered
as he does rise
and live again
with clarity's eyes
this poem I pen.
 Apr 2015 Xan Abyss
alxndra
can you?
 Apr 2015 Xan Abyss
alxndra
can you watch the sky?
I mean can you sit & give nature your time?
be still and listen
simply give her the patience she needs
instead of staying blind to life
scrambling for a screen to hide behind
too digitalized to care
if the moon is out tonight
 Apr 2015 Xan Abyss
Tina Marie
I reached out to you across the gulf
Through the broken needle landscape
Of our love

You held my hand for just a while
While on your face an evil smile lurked
This was your chance

Your chance to visit back the hurt
No better time than when I'm down
Revenge tastes better with tears.
 Apr 2015 Xan Abyss
Tina Marie
I'd rather have the kind of love
That grows organically
Not forced or rushed

I'd rather have the kind of love
That grows from a wealth
Of shared experiences
One hundred cups of coffee
One thousand laughs
Ten thousand smiles

I'd rather have the kind of love
That burns slowly
Continues to provide warmth
Gives off a steady light

I'd rather have the kind of love
That's built on substance

I'd rather have the kind of love that lasts
Movies and books would have you believe that love has to be a huge explosion of feeling. That the moment you meet someone you should know they're the one. There's more to love than that.
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