hopeful...
wizard believe
you can cast a spell and
change these unlovely stones into
beauty
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hopeful...
wizard believe
you can cast a spell and
change these unlovely stones into
beauty
beauty
draws me nearer
not to you but your mind
you may be white, black or brown
or dun
or dun
or tan or sand,
all these colours that are
neutrally bound by the spectrum
of light
Of light,
that sparkles in
the eyes of an ardvaark.
Smitten by jams; subway horns and
moon jazz.
moon jazz
saxophones blare
a mournful wail into
a dark lunar night.... will you dance
with me?
with me
she came to the
discotheque but soon left
to dance with an old sickly man
My God!
My God!
What was with that?
She disapproved of your hat?
Your tie? Your hairstyle? What was she
thinking?
thinking
about your gait
makes me stagger like a
drunk who had sipped love from your eyes
wholesale
wholesale
from the beds of
drowzy flower petals,
reserved seeds of good intent as
compost
compost
spread all over
the cemetery was
nothing but the blood and flesh of
flowers
flowers
in shades of love
blooming in every thin
crevice of a heart's device and
bereft
bereft
of its color
fragrance and gorgeousness
a rose is but like crumpled waned
paper!
Paper!
Words written, words
said; both cut deep as do
words both carelessly and fully
pondered.
pondered
whole night and day
the clouds covered the sky
and all in it like a shroud set
on dead
on dead
memories grow
new ideas, new thoughts,
new philosophies to take us
higher
higher
up in the sky
there are heaven and hell
wonder what made god keep them
so far
so far
over oceans
and round about the poles
this massive earthscape twirling through
the days
the days
belong to you
you own the nights as well
it's my poor heart that you disown
stealing
stealing
away the light
moon-shadows creeping ever
closer to horizon's sharp edge
delayed
delayed
flight of love took
off for the moon with the
speed of light until it landed
safely
safely
guided through the
harrowing shallows of
the everglades, watching out for
'gators
gators
and crocodiles
have spiny backs not fit
for riding on;get on the horse
and flee!
and flee!
I wait for thee
to help you free your need
your wants and your desires I grant
thank me
thank me
in the morning
when the sun has risen
and your eyes are still glowing with
desire
desire
is a tricky
thing to shackle. it has
a tendency of eluding
these chains.
these chains
must be broken
time and space should not be
allowed to hinder our love
progress
progress
has its issues:
chance one at a time and
wait for the next, watch your coffee grow
colder...
colder
moves much slower
When ice looks like boulders,
glacier walls melt and flood over
sober
sober
people around
have no business in a
pub; either they should drink or leave
at once
at once
life seems little
more than a blip on the
screen of the universe and i'm
left out
at once
at rainbow's end
as soon as I wake up
winsome chances will surface in
tandem
tandem
thoughts crisscross my
mind~keep or leave you?
Autumn leaves can better see the
future
future
lessons to learn
and beauty to see. cling
tightly to my hand and do not
lose hope.
lose hope
you will shrivel
become little to yourself
no arms to reach, no hands to clasp
so mute
so mute
yet I can hear
the sound of her heart from
miles away resounding my name
mazHur!
mazHur
I implore you
not another word! You charm and you
tempt me to do what I would not
do! Please!
do! Please!
take me with you
to another world where
we can eat chocolate and drink wine
till morn
till morn
we sat under
the yum yum tree and looked
in each others eyes until we
were lost!
were lost
and then were found
crystalline pockets of
life's beauty, hiding there among
the reeds
were lost!
oh my mittens!
come here little kitten
I know if you find them you'll be
purring