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Bound By Vows

Your hated of me hurts
Burns the cavity above my heart
Why the disgust
Why the contempt
I did my best to be the best
For you and the kids
It never was enough
To gain your love.

Losing a first love
In a car crash with a train
Has to be devastating
But there's nothing
I can do to change the pain
Lingering in your heart.

Bound By Vows

Your hated of me hurts
Burns the cavity above my heart
Why the disgust
Why the contempt
I did my best to be the best
For you and the kids
It never was enough
To gain your love.

Losing a first love
In a car crash with a train
Has to be devastating
But there's nothing
I can do to change the pain
Lingering in your heart.

Astounding....

Astounding…

Got a stone in my shoe
it came in through a hole.
Deliberating what I’ll do,
with my wandering soul.

The hole in my shoe
it lets in fresh air.
That sure is one sole,
I don’t need to repair.

As long as the sun shines,
I’ll keep this holed footwear.
I can truly say it’s mines,
my own cross to bare.

Don’t believe in the cross,
does that mean I’ve no soul.
Not a great big loss,
still feel like I’m whole.

Noble and Ignoble

The wooden cup stood up
and said to the silver
What is the difference betwix you and I!
Tell me what is the Unlikeness?
Lips press against me just
as they press
against you
They slobber
wine down the side
of our cup and flute
until they can hardly stand
and are unconscious and mute
The grasp us and drop us
in their stupor and rage
They throw us and pick us up
and press us against their lips
again and again.
The silver goblet shined intensely

In The Realm of Despair

A land barren of hope,
never knows the soothing wind
The trees standing here
have bare branches, black as sin

The rivers are murky waters,
carrying the stench of cowardice
where the quitters' souls drown,
having lost their will to fly.

There are no beautiful colours here,
only creeping shadows of the past
where the ghosts of the fallen gather
bemoaning their fate turned to dust.

This is the hell created by Man
when he refused to strive
to keep his dreams alive.

A Thanksgiving Scene

maeve is dancing to love boat,
and I seriously wish I could tell you.
this entire time we would be texting
and I would tell you how weird she is,
and you would probably call me a dork.
frankie bostello says love won't hurt anymore,
I wish my friends were here.
mom makes dinner for five in her penguin pajamas.
she made me put lights on the tree outside,
and the job I did was so utterly terrible
she yelled and me and redid the whole thing.
dad is napping.
dad is never not napping.

Voices

I swore I'd never forget
the sound of your voice
But it's slipping now
So much noise
Too many gripping fingers
In my mind

I'm scrambling to keep hold
Cause I can't let you go
Everyone's released you
But I'm fighting to hold on

The moments we shared
The joy and laughter you evoked
tears I have cried and the ones
I've had to wipe away

Toy guns will get you killed

A twelve year old boy on the playground
Like all kids clowning around
Aims his toy pellet gun
At walkers just for fun
Shot by cops lay dead on the ground.

Toy guns will get you killed

A twelve year old boy on the playground
Like all kids clowning around
Aims his toy pellet gun
At walkers just for fun
Shot by cops lay dead on the ground.

unnameable - senryu

finely nuanced Zen
moments, my sensitive gaze
unfurls mysteries

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