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Editing - rough draft

To whom it may concern

It seems like everything I do goes unnoticed
Work my fingers to the bone and nobody knows it

I'm not asking for thank you cards and roses
but if my work ethic shifted from where it is to far below it
just think where you would be and then verbally show it

But there's no chance for that, you're too self absorbed to see my focus
I see that you'll probably frown when you know why I wrote this
Consider this my two week notice.

Happened at Night

Happened at Night

Ribbon dark starlight
shone in glints
setting sun gone
its thoughts remained

short reflections
sharks
minnows through the sea
willow patterned islands
floating over time's edge

salt tears dripped
the eaves
a strangled tree
fists pruned bare
stared at night

the rats stirred straw
gnawed apples cores
feathers ruffled
a dead sea gull
the shriek
of a cloaked doorway

Alone

Alone

It often feels
like the hardest days
are the ones
that sneak up, unannounced.

As if trumpeting their intentions
could make them any better.

It seems
that on the most difficult days
the world is so very tone deaf,
on those days when more than anything
I need a listening ear.

Why do we treat each other the way we do?
Women are called names,
unborn children are called things,
fathers are absent
and people have no respect for themselves
or each other.

Lulla , Lulla Bye

You lulla bye me for sure
your lovely poetry,
I do surely adore
to the core,
what's more of desire can one dream
but a lulled up poem
up the stream,
of imagination
quivering faith
as I go off to sleep
lulled by your fabulosity
ere it does keep me
in a fairyland
I do see

Till Again

We made love before you even touched me,
For the act of love itself means nothing,
Without the promise,
A vow, a sincerity,
That exists more in the proof of commitment,
Then the heat of the loins,

Yet, when the act was complete,
It was more delicious,
Than the sweetest words ever written,

Two lovers, between one another,
Bare to the bone,
With faces flushed as pink stone,
In blue light of dawn…

My mind knows I love you,
My body feels I love you,
My heart cries, I love you,
And I do,

R A I N S H Y

the water clutchs
banks of clay all gleaming dampness
this mottled blackness
neath dust sparce heaven
lays bondage deco scene

tangled claw of the crime
surreptitious
and a cry of bone white
soft as a mantle
go light the single candle
tracing yard love tear tracks
rocking home to music
grown
the roots of fondness

torque develop
against the quarter
of nearness

Sweet Sadist, Marry Me (The Masochist's Plea)

A split in the seams means you love me
Ripping a stitch is a rose
You tear out a vein
Leave me with my pain
Use my blood as ink for your prose

‘cause kindness is so overrated
And cruelty is always unsung
My life is for you
Our pleasures are true
Anguish is your mother tongue

The worst is still stretched far before us
And we hurt in the best of ways
Cracks in all my bones
At least I’m not alone
I ache for you, my end of days

My Love.....

Tell me why the sky is blue
why am i falling for you
im scared of getting hurt i dont want to get burnd .
my heart is like glass once u break it you can never fix it
im cautious. i try and try to get you out of my mind its hopless
like a blade rusted into the earth its impossible to get rid of thats
my love for you impossible to get over so let consume.
I may be shy but not with you
i may be scared but only for you
my love is so strong nothing can break it
only you.
Dont be scared to love me

FADING INTO OPAQUE--updated

FADING INTO OPAQE rewritten]
It was yesterday
I thought
I felt your breath
touch my hair
your heart beat inside
mine
and your eyes speak
of love’s fire …but
for another
I spend my nights
alone
and lonely are my dreams.
But as time rushes by
you begin to fade
into opaque
and I break
to lose you again

and feathers fell from the magnolia tree

A small dog
nips
the morning silence
and the street
comes alive
with hands

purpose
breaks
into fever,
something
to do, somewhere
to go,
hurry, hurry the day

I get despondent,
now and then,
this isn't the world
I wanted to imagine,
my sophistry
melding an ancient art

last night
we were Buddhas
trying on each other's masks,
we plunged into ecstasy,
we hovered like angels
above our bodies

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