are found
little trinkets
ones that you left behind
carefully I rebury them
in sand
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are found
little trinkets
ones that you left behind
carefully I rebury them
in sand
http://www.karenalkalay-gut.com/crap.htm
in sand,
wrote Adelaide
two, four, six, eight and two,
rest her soul on these windless nights
alone
interesting article. unsung poets. there are probably many. even here.
alone
is the write time
to right the things within
churning, burning, begging, crying
escape
Escape
from the dusty,
dirrty winter falling
into your dreams of indigo
and sleep.
and sleep,
where I wander,
down the roads, in the rooms
of fantasy, darkest, deepest
heartbeats
heartbeats--
two become one--
I hold you close to me.
In disbelief that you chose me--
my love...
my love
scattered around
like yellow chicken feed
corny with a peck peck here but
more there
more there
it moves , kisses
rosy cheeks of a rose,
morning breeze sucks rouge from its cheeks
so sweet
so sweet,
mermaid singing, moonlit
water carrying her along,
listen
listen
not only to
the melodious cuckoo
who can never be held onto,
nor seen...
listen
to the harsh cries
of the early rooster,
wake up, call your soul to rise, 'gainst
all lies
.....
all lies
allies when scared
but they won't defend you
they'll leave you standing in the field
alone
alone?
perhaps I am
perhaps you cannot see
those who come when the night is still...
my friends...
my friends
whisper behind
their hands, in corners of
rooms, staring. Paranoia breeds
within.
within
without all's same
you are my heart, my love
I love you, love you, love you dear
come back !
come back
you forgot me
surely an oversight
I'm sure you would have remembered
someday