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When
floating dust hits
the sun just right it
looks like flecks of diamonds floating
through the air reminding
me we're all
just dust and
beauty comes from
ashes
Floating diamonds
 Apr 2014 Yours et cetera
Marly
understanding the human mind just teaches us how to manipulate it better.
a reason why i don't like shrinks.
 Apr 2014 Yours et cetera
saturns
separated by distance
atop by the hills
both lulled by lullaby-es
of un muted absence.

sea of blue irises
smile slowly wavering
  time's not enough
she longs for his brown eyes.

in the chime of their hope
from the blown dandelions
and 11:11 wishes
all but for naught.

as the first rain sprinkle
on them under the night
still hope, still wish
on the stars that twinkle.

*p.p
this is dedicated to the birthday boy. Happy Birthday. I miss you.
04/04/14
Sometimes, you must take action
In order to avert a calcification of the inner self,
A slow and sad decline.
My brittle heart was dessicated,
A cuttlefish, broken and alone,
Upon a windswept shingle beach.
Now, it pulses, it throbs,
The bass beat background to my life,
An eternal dance of joy.
Sometimes, life will gift you a great friend, a kindred soul,
Sometimes, you find someone
To revive you, make you whole.
Grrrrr aaaaann aagh aaaaahh naah,
Aaaang n' aghhh ahh grrrr aaaagh naaah,
Grrrrrr aaagh aan naaaaang aaggh!
 Apr 2014 Yours et cetera
M
11w
 Apr 2014 Yours et cetera
M
11w
the idea of someone
being in love with me
is laughable
 Apr 2014 Yours et cetera
r
Thrace
 Apr 2014 Yours et cetera
r
Now tethered to a lonely space

A place without a warm embrace

T’is hard to break the ties that bind

The rope that hope could ne’er unwind

To want that love once unconfined

Could sail to Rome, or Greece, or Thrace.


Was want that placed within this vase

The scent of rose so to efface

The mournful song of nightingale

A blushed cheek song behind red veil

Now tethered to a lonely space


Where thorn once pricked now left no trace

Wrapped now in sails by lover’s grace

For stars aligned and wind behind

To break the tether in my mind

Dreams not tethered to lonely space.

r ~ 4/4/14
 Apr 2014 Yours et cetera
Natasha
the problem with
being a poet in love,
is that you savour
& trust each word your lover has
without  question.

we are simply in love
with bare literature,
spoken from the lips of someone we hold
in higher regard
than ourselves sometimes.

when you love a poet
each word you utter,
should be a piece of artwork

each sentence,
a highly thought out structure of awe and beauty to leave us seeping
in the warmth of your voice
caressing such fine words

so when deciding that you love someone,
who writes or reads
fill their souls with beauty, memories & truth especially,
for a poet's heart breaks at ease.
thoughts.
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