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The Liquid Songs!
The liquid songs of a bird
Create much vibration in my heart,
My body is a stone, black and old-
If she turns down me to hold,
An artificial is my heart and soul
If she ceases her songs as a whole.
I wish her singing all the day,
As a cost my life I must pay,
She is mine I knew since my birth-
& I'll be the same, even beyond the earth.
Thursday 28th March 2024 11:54 am
Gone Girl
I collect up the pieces of my former life
Photos, articles, trinkets and pictures,
that reverberate with a life once lived,
far away from where I am now.
I was once a borderline, edging death.
A cathartic catchpole where I caught nothing but pain.
Grazing on the remnants of the past, I realise
that I was set up to fail.
No one there to see the beating heart of kindness.
...Wednesday 27th March 2024 6:52 pm
Loves touch
I'm a sucker for loves touch
Sucker a tad bit too much
The rise and fall of it
It being love and all of it
Never have I felt it this strong and many connections I’ve felt all along
Are you the Shiva to my Shakthi
The Apollo to my Daphne
Or are you the Abhimanyu to my Uttara
Is this the love that I’ve been seeking
A love that I can finally touch but still never re...
Sunday 24th March 2024 5:10 pm
The love you never received
To feel the love you never received;
To feel the affection that was given through grating words that come behind a “Im doing this because i care”,
To feel the sorry’s that were ‘paid’ to me, the gifts I had received to understand how ‘sorry’ you were after harming me, physically or verbally and if not, mentally.
‘I love you’; an affirmation of affection or deep caring, especially to ...
Thursday 21st March 2024 1:28 pm
What's Left Of Love
Too many nights, too many times
I've woke in sweat and had to find
a way to push you out again,
and pray once more that this will end.
That from my heart you'll finally leave
and not come back into my dreams.
For I am old enough to know
the years have made our love run cold.
And I am wise enough to see…
I only love your memory.
Thursday 21st March 2024 1:25 am
A portrait of Inma
To paint a portrait of you I would have to
Borrow, as steal is a word not suiting you,
From the greatest artists pick inspiration,
And create an extraordinary combination.
From Klimt shining and hollow beauty,
Liars screaming about diamonds and superficiality,
When pairing the brilliance of your mind,
Sacred body asses the most desirable kind.
From Kadinski organised randomness contour...
Saturday 16th March 2024 8:26 pm
Sunset Memory
An old porch swing made once for two.
Cool night breeze calling out to you.
Ten thousand memories rise above,
the sunset waters of our love.
Just like the day slips into the night,
the love we had that was oh so right
it slipped away. It slipped away,
like day slips into night.
Was our love doomed to come and pass,
one day as fire, one day as ash?
Night afte...
Saturday 16th March 2024 10:40 am
Shallow Breath
Soft moonlit eyes that paralyze.
Unbridled passion on the rise.
The room afire in fading light.
Fragrant desire fills up the night.
As worlds dissolve, so unaware.
Entangled in your casual stare.
Nowhere to hide. No way to see.
No self-control inside of me.
Slow motion moves through tangled time.
In shallow breath I feel that I’m
adrift upon your velvet sea...
Friday 15th March 2024 9:41 pm
Same Old Song
The torn remain
of what was plain
waves now ore frozen ground,
in winds that blow
cold ice and snow
and other feelings down.
There isn’t much
left in a touch
to calm the trembling hand.
For winter’s chill
falls colder still
in cloak across the land.
The settled dust
and cankered rust
guard safe against the grain,
while fading dim
from deep ...
Friday 15th March 2024 9:11 pm
take the wheel
And venturing out
as an artisan model aircrafts
... enthusiast
is a larger than life recreation
to somebody
who
fell in love
with
Amelia Earhart's
figure 8
Wednesday 13th March 2024 12:06 am
makeup sex
Tuesday 12th March 2024 11:40 pm
The Primrose
The primrose with its glowing face held high
Brings promise of the softer days of Spring
And gazes up towards the wind ripped sky
Through branches to the sunlight, filtering
New leaves unfold beneath the solemn frost
Where clasped they lie and frozen to the earth
A voice like yours is permanent, not lost
The primrose glows to celebrate your birth
And now each year it brings...
Sunday 10th March 2024 9:22 am
Lifelong Friend
When all the leaves fall from the trees,
what does it mean to you and me?
Perhaps it wasn't meant to be
as now we reach the end.
Is there some place we didn't go?
We tried every fork in the road,
and never seemed to find a home.
My dear, what's at the end?
But we're ok. Yeah, certainly
we could have done things differently.
But side by side we took this ride
and so what is to ga...
Saturday 9th March 2024 3:24 pm
Almost There For You
Sailed an ocean just to reach you,
passed through a hurricane or two,
hit land to find a ring upon your hand.
I was almost there for you.
Crossed a continent to find you,
every hardship I passed through,
at ocean’s rim you were there with him.
I was almost there for you.
Does it pay to lay your heart on the line,
or believe that true love’s true?
Now I spend my time traveling on, I’m...
Saturday 9th March 2024 3:03 pm
Piece That Is Missing
The piece that is missing
is the piece of my heart
that I threw like a stone
when our love fell apart.
Without looking I threw it
as far as I could.
Now I’m stuck with the fact…
that I’ve lost it for good.
Monday 4th March 2024 4:15 pm
A Final Note
First note chimes,
long silence gone.
Like breath again
or light at dawn.
Pure joy to hear,
healed by each note.
Lost in the melody,
finding hope.
With new life comes
new eyes too see,
and ears to hear
but eventually…
the song winds down,
fire fades to smoke.
For each song has
a final note.
Monday 4th March 2024 4:10 pm
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