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Goodbye

I gave her my heart but she chose to be blind
so I wondered to myself if I've misread the signs
I asked for a chance, my request was denied
I won't prolong this dance, I won't give up my pride

In the silence, I called out her name,
knowing without her, Life won't be the same
but she turned away from me without a care
and left my wounded dignity, stripped bare

Haunted by memories of yesterday,
I closed my eyes and started to pray,
to find the strength and courage,
to take a bow and leave the stage

The Poet's Ode

Those buds I chose both red and rose
to please your sight whenever you paused,
you held them where the heart's enclosed,
both red and rose those buds I chose.

Those stars I honed are like gemstones,
to end your boredom when you're lone,
to cease your moans, to end your groans,
like gemstones those stars I honed.

Those odes I wrote, when ink once flowed,
to cheer you up when life is slowed,
to lift up souls and take off loads,
those odes I wrote when ink once flowed.

s u b m i t t a n c e

the life flows
the eyes dilate
the mouth dries

the body reacts
the voice growls
sizzling in vowels
she feels in her stomach

bends on knees
stretchs the long youthful
beautiful neck

stares at her image in the
floor length mirror
her long straight hair
glossy and fresh

tingling in anticipation
of his large strong hands
the dexterity in his fingers
covered in rings
tatoos

Timeless

In a single moment, I closed my eyes
thinking of the past that we've left behind

We have come a long way, my dear,
to find our path to each other

We have fought and reconciled,
we've even separated for awhile

And each time we leave, saying "Never again",
Fate will bring us back together again

Even after the years drift us further apart,
moments that we shared never leave our hearts

Our youths are gone ,weary skin cast over old bones,
still we find beauty is not something to mourn

Papillons Touch

I walked as if dreaming,
feet swallowed in Autumn colours.
Dust rising as leaves all around,
colours crowded my mind
Beauty beyond my scope
my vision impeded

Reeling senses sought me,
silent words now thoughts.
Amazing spaces drawing my will,
eyes extending as a birthday child
Drinking this in with sighs,
my memory failed me once more

Where am I??

Ridges of black walls,
try to confine me.
A landscape flows,
a rainbow rises.
Like falling leaves,
their quiet symphony

For All I Care (Black Butterflies)

Throw her back. Throw her back, I say.
Cast her body back to the sea.
That child never did a damn thing
'cept bring embarrassment on me.

Pour her ink into that same swell.
Those words were never worth a thing.
Always thrashing against the norm
crying that Afrikaa was king.

Wash the walls of the servant's room
where she laid her head as a child.
Remove the blasphemy from site.
Erase the thoughts of whim gone wild.

The Puppet Show

The Act

More often than not,
eyes, ears, tongue, nose, skin, sense less
in these puppet shows.

The Plot

A dubious plot
the puppeteer unfolds
from his dark domain.

The mystery

Innocent puppets
hang between life and death
strangled and maimed.

The effect

While the curtain falls,
eyes, ears, nose, tongue, skin, sense less
in the commotion.

The victims

More often than not,
the mute puppets pay the price,
while the show goes on.

ditty

parakeet seeing sights of blood
inventing in himself dis-belief
metals collocating preexistence
clop burnishing................
Cain and cane and came.......
down he
fetlock would strangulate common touch,
his poke will batter etiquette
so he still considered loop perch
wise things, and stayed
the humans beneath are splattering
from burnishing wishful stray
long drawn at the guns touch
kissing rain flying the birds
singing of docile spend-thrift
a soldier
soul without body

Foolhardy lovers

They all fall in love
on Face Book
or any sites....
all those who so appear
are not themselves in reality...

many are the humming birds
some chasing living ghosts
some are mad in their musings
thinking them to be shadows

who and why

should they just fall in love
with creatures so strange
they will never meet ever
I say
that again and again

Another Year Past

That the thought lingers still
The touch can still be felt
A perfume not smelt but felt
This is the order of the day

Why did I leave you there?
Then I feel that surge again.
A gentleness that makes blushes
A soft mind jog of things past

Tell me when to let memories go
I still need you to walk with me?
I can answer my own questions
The answer to all things is, stay.

I welcome you into my thoughts
Reaching out to see you there
I would love to know why we aged
Me in my body, you in my mind

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