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A Friend of Mine

A Friend of Mine......

t e m p o r a l P o s t u r e s

verdant blush
tender the hush
the pulse fleet
beneath fingers tip
glisten lip parted
breath
and the night wind
speaks
through chimes
and slender blinds
warmth and seasonal
embracing tension
brighter then stars
sparkling in its pain
and durations
wavelengths of glorious
hunger
spikes of pleasure
static and charged
the gooseflesh
response on reposed
arm
relaxed wrists scented
moonlight in a water
glass
dancing reflection
of light

Your silence

Silence is meaningless
why do you wish to be silent
when god has given you a voice
and
even the silent waves
wish to roar
cancel their silence
will you
can you
I dare you
so I the seas adore
much more
as they are not silent no more
they continue to love you
as before

your
SILENCE
but kills for sure

so stay silent
I pray
no more

Shades

I wear my shades, even when I am inside,

Conceaing all my hate, and all my anger that I hide,

If I took em off and you looked into my eyes,

In the reflection all you’d see is everything that I despise.

Blinders to the fools who acting wise, cut all ties from them tools, who refuse stop the lies.

You’ll never hear me whine , a single tear I will not cry,

Rock the shades on my face, every day until I die,

Can I Take a Moment of Your Time?

Can I take a moment of your time
and just hurt for a minute?
Can I slow down
can I just
stop?

I don't want to be guilty
and if I am guilty,
then I want to be guilty
on my own time.

Can I take a moment of your time
to not be you
but me,
with my own ambitions and heartbreak
and live the life
I have to live
without answering to anyone
but who I was born to be?

SUBSITION

Like the waves
the green sunlit waters
licking like great tongues
the afternoon beach
the late revellers
the merry go rounds
and the last day of sales
for the ice cream vendors

a small cheap bogie board
my mirror shades
U caught your reflection in
"I look like a dirty boy"
how U had the best lines
How U loved me and I never
trusted
always tested

kissme a trillion

Kiss me a trillion

How I wish I knew you
no one kisses me too
as my mouth stinks
and am toothless
my spouse fears
gums disease
so she feels

So I kiss all my fans
through the medium
of Internet
come and enjoy with me
kisses I give for free
don't worry
I love Frenchy

and

whilst others read this piece
I assure you
all over you will be wet
as I kiss all of you
and
as others await a kiss or two

O not from me but you

steel blue skies

inside
with warm
heat, the oak leaves
seem sparkly
gold, but outside
in the chilled air,
they appear
more amber brown
against
the steel
blue skies. it must be
mother nature's
prismatic gift
to present
iridescent colors
to restless human eyes,
the same leaves drifting
among
the scarlet maple
tree fronds,
which
from inside
look black
as blood.

BLUE RIDGE MINSTRELS

Listen to the music of these hills
the kind never written, never played
which echoes from hollows and rills
and rolls down ridges to the glade.

The whippoorwill hints at its heart,
a bit of longing in its voice,
with no ending and unplanned start,
crickets supply the background noise.

Wind whispers through the highland pines
and rustles leaves of bottom lands,
even the crack of antler tines
when autumn romance fills the stands.

REQUIEM

REQUIEM
We are frail and faulted creatures
each of us set to implode as designed
never to know, when, where or why,
subjected to a random act of violence
of Time in medias res...
but we are feeling creatures
of a tender heart and a knowing mind,
interlocking souls whose spirits intertwine
and when one of us dies, a part of us
must die too..

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