He is and not was
who he is, not I, not you.
His own unique self.
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He is and not was
who he is, not I, not you.
His own unique self.
His own unique self
Is less happy than a tree
Pained isolation
Pained isolation
Desperate for contact new
As yet still alone
As yet still alone,
the Sun, pained, reaches out with
many-fingered light.
Many fingered light
Breaking through the rafters and
Glinting off her eyes
Glinting off her eyes
she shuttered in the daylight
returning indoors
returning indoors
the mask of summer is shed
crackling in the fire
Crackling in the fire
letters, notes, poems from you -
fuelling my desire.
Fueling my desire
a glance, a kiss,midnight meets
a minute with you
A minute with you
separated hard labor
sweet visitation
Sweet visitation
From a beautiful angel
But, alas, goodbye
but, alas, goodbye
the darkest words you uttered
were spoken too late
were spoken too late
poetic lines of regret
passages unkept
Passages unkept
in the ruins of your heart
still I dare to tread
Still I dare to tread
Where the wind howls chillingly
Through the darkest night
Through the darkest night
I followed you endlessly
Followed your laughter
Followed your laughter
down the lane, stealing a glimpse
of a friend once mine
of a friend once mine
forlorn swinger of birches
made glad by a switch
made glade by a switch
pitiful,sad or lonely?
Questions for the day
Questions for the day
Gone unanswered any way
A few thoughts stray
A few thoughts stray
through an open window, out
they go POOF! away.
they go POOF! away,
When I wake in the morning,
See you the tonight dreams.
see you the tonight dreams
morning star scribblers arise
and write of old ghosts
and write of old ghosts
but alive, their souls newborn
their tales of lives lived
Their tales of lives lived
Stand in rows upon the shelves
To remind the young.
To remind the young
Life is a song, create
Your tune as you sing along
Your tune as you sing
along tickles my ear drum -
Go! Shoo fly! Be gone!
Go!Shoo!Fly!Be gone!
Shadows of past forlorn
Let me welcome a sunny morn
let me welcome a sunny morn
aside Eucalyptus tree
reading Cervantes
reading Cervantes
made me fall in love with French
I left for Paris.
I left for Paris
and dry caustic flesh turned to
rose petals on grass
rose petals on grass
like tears trickling down the cheeks
like pearls in the dust.
like pearls in the dust
our Cinderella is found
down on Rottenrow
down on Rottenrow
a statue is to be found
life-like by daylight
Life-like by daylight
But as with the setting sun
It dies with the dusk
It dies with the dusk
it is a lost lover's heart
there's no dawn for him.
there's no dawn for him
pestilence running rampant
crucified for love
crucified for love
cold iron bites warm flesh
as spirit sublimes
a spirit sublimes
acrid scent of death covers
a small town moonlit
a small town moonlit
a ghostly scene - deserted
and no stars in sight