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When memories of me starts to fade
And the softness of my touch evokes no pleasant dreams of our brighter days
Drown not in sorrow and say for now love dies
Smile for i once was,
Forget me not
When on one wintry day i bid farewell.
Like doves that fly by in pairs,
Let those that see us praise.
Lovers that brag of knowing love hush now, silence.
Not does the baker parade with bread,
Nor the tinker with his pots.
Love is best enjoyed in silence,
When wolves howl not,
Witches and wizards when they slumber.
Like imaginary dreams of riding wild stallions.
Love is like Gustav’s the kiss
Let it walk your imagination
Step by step,
And savor its scent in grave quietness.
Like a kiss love is enjoyed with one’s eyes closed,
Loosely shut like a maiden smelling a daffodil.
Slow, slower like an oiled flowing stream of Arabia.
Dance not in our praise,
Nor carnival like in Rio.
Let’s like a candle in pitch darkness burn in silence,
Care not of the wind,
Eyes far in darkness will sing
And their shades around us dance.
And for us praises they will scream.
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From when the sun sets,
Twilight in her golden dress departs.
Birds set for nests
Waving farewells to a day that melts
Into a time of slumber,
Pillow talks marshmallow soft
Salted laughs shared in exchange.
Touches and caresses as tender as a serpent’s deceit,
Bodies be one,
That time when clouds in darkness hide,
Camouflaged by night’s tuxedo.
Thoughts separate like fingers,
Fingers that explore under nylon sheets,
Tickling nipples like blind hatchlings
Till in months after,
Babies rain.
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We were strangers,
Whose sights seemed related.
That day by the mill
I remembered your scars,
Like I pictured my birth
Yet with inaccurate thought.
I heard my mind race,
As your breath’s warmth
Reached for my eye as you blew.
It touched my adrenaline’s youth,
I stood glued to imaginary sanity,
So why do horses run in my thoughts,
And why now does looking back become a nightmare.
Was i lost or was I in a dream,
In dreams people fly,
Like paper kites only to fall in a storm.
In dreams people are rich,
Only to rise to a stink of the old screaming bed.
But I saw you,
I felt your lips,
And your tongue’s tip
As they sealed like a concrete.
And sight of you became a harmonica,
That once blasted in prison,
That month I there grazed
I see you as much as I hear it.
Measure for pleasure and toil,
All is and always will be at par.
When am I going to see you again?
24 Saturday Aug 2019
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There is a violin playing in my head,
Its strings tighter as if it will break.
Its sound keeps me on the edge,
I fear it will rip or should i let it
Serves me the torture of its oppressed cry
For the more it plays, the more it strains my soul.
There is a violin playing in my head,
Days and nights in fold i fear it is unending.
The joys of solitude though,
Will i survive this phase i wonder.
24 Monday Jun 2019
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When her tongue is bitter and in turn sweeter
Her kiss a soothing ether that murders reasoning.
Her touch, ooh her touch a fairy wonder,
When her stare weakens my knees summoning my back to hit ground next to her
If i am lost in this passionate maze of blunder
20 Thursday Jun 2019
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I will stand a true lover
A mighty lover that towers like venus
In the time and season that nightingales sing, and die
And the damned in their slumber cry for they did not in their time love.
i will stand a true lover
Through the pains of a lonely winter’s caress and the summer’s solitary memories
Until war ends,
And the old war wagon ferries your body or you to me
As long as you promise to come
I will wait.
15 Saturday Jul 2017
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Lets teal this virgin land,
And in its belly plant seed.
Let the sweat of our toil water it,
And our hope shall mother its growth.
Till to the sweetness of its fruit we shall our hunger suffice
And like the blessed sing Holy, holy..
15 Saturday Jul 2017
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Close your eyes and fall,
I promise i will catch you.
Like months before
In that season when once summer arrived.
We ran under the season’s temperate sun
Picking flowers that bloomed by the summery sun’s touch.
Under the shade of sycamore fig trees we shared sweet laughter,
Love.
This plays over and over in my head, though it hasn’t happened yet
In this life or will it.
Fall i promise i will catch you,
Though before this they watched you fall.
But if in case from my arms you slip and fall,
I shall like jewels pick you up with care,
Dust you, and forever watch you
So you will never again under my watch fall.
06 Tuesday Jun 2017
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Forget not the unending velds of promises,
The caresses and love’s passionful whispers.
Forget not the fun,
The gaze when deep in my soul you stared and my internal roses would bloom.
Forget not the picnics we had,
deep in the meadows of time, careless
Forget not the sweet love we made,
The deep kisses, the secret fondles, the cuddles
There then where you painted a portrait of you on battlements of my heart.
True you did conquer me, my all.
Forget not the poetry lines from William’s sonnets,
The witty quotes from Keats’s odes
That you to me recited to a candlelight’s silent dance.
Forget not this,
For it reminds me of you.
27 Saturday May 2017
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Fill my cup so to this day i drink,
More and more fill it to the brim.
Let the potency of a good old ale
Carry me to the intoxication’s brink.
For today to this i drink,
Till in a wasted swamp all i do is blink.
Fill my cup so to this day i drink,
To the death of the wicked i gulp,
And to the heathen’s demise i imbibe.
I drink to love’s divine , thus peace flourishes
Lovers love true, pacifists sing, ……….i drink
The beat of earth’s heart through it all,
i dance to its gong.
25 Thursday May 2017
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Your beauty dear city does to my sight appeal,
Your masonry structures an architectural wonder.
Darling winds do make your days humid,
Your wintry days fairy tale white
Yet still your beauty through it all like daffodils bloom.
Your people with wit speak, accent strong
Like from Shakespeare they all were born.
Yonder i heard terror there struck dear city,
Fear not neither the confused hate of Islamic lads
Nor the impotent roar of an ailing lion of terror, if it is.
Strong you are sacred city of the Queen,
Your people in viking blood done swam.
Forever bloom and sing with the sun,
For those that departed
Are with their Gods.
17 Wednesday May 2017
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The heartbeat of my footsteps
As yonder away from you i depart.
The wail of your grieving heart
A burden to my unsure legs that shiver,
And yet carry me on yonder more.
The flame of passion long departed you i saw,
And from your smile love for me slowly faded.
Your cuddle became cold
Your promises archaic , old
All the sweet whispers you once told
Truth, or is it? no longer can my heart hold.
Thus i whisper a fondless adieu.
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