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My lover
you know
my secret sorrows
the rest of the world
knows not...

You see
my wounds
that never show
on my body
that run deep

and hurt more
than any that bleed...

All is wish for
is for you to want me
and for this pain
to be purposeful...

When you are away
for days at a time
I do not wish
to see anymore...

I close the curtains
lie in bed
while nothingness
washes over me...

Without love
and romance
life has no gleam
of sunshine...

When you are gone
I am gone
so far gone
drowning

in quicksand...

your eyes serene
settled on mine
I felt the beatings
of your heart
you held my hand
we kissed, danced
words unspoken
we just knew
passion was unleashed
deep within our hearts
we both felt
a true love was born.

My phone sounds
a text
"how about a rain check?"
she sends...

"Sure, of course."
I respond...

Rain is falling down
on the sidewalk
I won't go inside...

Clouds hover above me
tonight I am alone...

Once upon a time of mobile chargers,
Lives a small frighten kittyhawk,
Sacred and lost in the jungle of Xs!
Trapped for months and hours,



One day she broke her chain,
And flew days until she reach a place,
A tree beside a brook called 'POETRY',
And met many new friends,



Caught a glance of a Nuhawk by another branch,
They soon got along well and broke into song,
Romantic duet so strong,
Hundreds gathered to listen and dance.



By late that evening a few remain,
An Ancient Ox,two turtledoves,a GhostOwl,and a ladybug,
When it was finished she rested her head on his crest.
Which brought the crowd into rapture!



A happy ending is what we are after,
Love is not blind for these fellows,
More to come from the leaves of Poet's Corner,
Would you stay and hear some more...?



Until another present us a bard to tell,
Of lonely hearts finding love again,
I leave you with the story of Kittyhawk and her lover....
Adios Amigoes and Senoritas !!

With her head in hand she awakens
to another day of emptiness..
She is like her porcelain dolls she
keeps on her window sill, with a
fixed expression and colorfully
painted cheeks and clothes..
Time and the painfull years had
glossed over the yearnings of her
little girls heart, and the woman
she'd become had left her eyes
stained in hopeless tears
In early sunlight she'd pick up a
porcelain doll and imagine a lost
happiness
She'd look to the heavens and whisper
her timeless prayer, 'when shall it be me
when shall my turn come?'
But cruel years had turned her heart into
bitter stone and her dolls seemed to mock
the beauty of her soul.
Then one night she dreamed a dreams dream
Her lover spoke to her in a souls song..
He said, 'Oh, my beloved child, I would touch
the apple of your soul and fall on your lonely
heart as the spring rains carress a thirsty
field
I would clothe your neck with rainbows of
love such as the world has never seen..
And my love, when time has breathed its
last..I will lay my head upon your naked
legs and with bleeding roses in my right
hand we shall walk through heavens gate..

There's something unspecific about the autumn nights
A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes
Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright
Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight
The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires
Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child
Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live
Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind
As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom
Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom
Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path
Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh
The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in
Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven
Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands
While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance
An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench
With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend
Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy
Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy
Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone
Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home

She lives in her own little fairytale land
full of colourful rainbows,
Its a beautiful land
Chasing the butterflies, laughing with glee
So wild and untamed, in a land so free
Yes, she lives in a beautiful fairytale land
Where the sun always shines through the rain
Theres candy stripe trees with chocolate leaves
And mountains of icecream on peppermint streams
Yes, its a beautiful land
A beautiful land.
As she smiles in her sleep at night
Of what does she dream
Are there white fluffy kittens or caramel creams
Just as long as that little light shines oer the bed
There are no worrys and cares in that pretty head
For shes lost in her beautiful fairytale land
Lost in her beautiful land,
Her beautiful land.
Oh its beautiful,when your just two years old
So much to do and everythings so new
You light up my life with your hair of gold
And that's why,.. these words are for you
As you run through your beautiful fairytale land
Just remember that I love you

If I were a on an isle
Id bring a croc from the nile
One who showed all sixty nine teeth when it smiled
Then Id bring a ton of veggies and beans
By the boatloads you see
And a woman named Alice to cook them for me
You see gizmos and gadgets may be useless to me
Unless I was building a house then Id have all that I need
But two people on this island alone for ten years
I wonder after five would I wish Mr Wilson was here
Would she be my lover, my friend, or a even my foe
Would she be one of three things I would send back on a boat
But instead of saying " One of these days, POW ! right in the kisser !"
I would feed her to Nelly my croc, so surely Id miss her
My belly too would be fat but not from eating tree bark and all that
Stuff that you learn from that Bear Grylls Survivor cat
But after ten years I would leave this island in style
With luggage and shoes I made from my croc of the nile

Her lips are sweeter than candy
Im overwhelmed by their touch
Something like honey suckles
With a fragrance of lust
Or like soft morning dew
Dripping off of a rose
Caressing flowers in bloom 
As our passions explode
Silver moonlights reflecting
from her soothing moist skin
Dancing with my obsessions
Illuminating beauty within
Every part of her body
I wish to taste with one kiss
But just like fine wine
I take my time with each sip
Gently tracing her movements
Beneath a canvas of white
As she begins to whisper her desire
To be consumed by my fire
Our bodies entwined
Sewn together by love
A mixture of kissing and breathing in
The Heavens above
An Angel sent by the Gods
To deliver me to the end
By tempting me with this sensation
Of her Beautiful Sin

Enter the eye
within its breath
As the dragon sleeps
Crawling under
the skin

razor blades
of flaming scars
cuts in pain
In the darkest shadows

Wings curtains falling
Iron casting
cold steel
Melting
Lies within
the soul

The most horrifying
of all monsters
Dead soulless
Weeping
Teardrops lurking
Addiction of need
In darkness

Awaiting life's fate
Distorted emotions
Cold scales
Numb within pain
Twisted in its agony
Screeching nightmares
Black velvet feelings
Unheard voices

The dammed
Living dead
Swallowing shadows
Digging deeper
Whispering inwardly
Dying heartaches

Darkening thoughts within
Falling heavy
on the shoulders
Clouds the sky dark
Lightning force
Crash in pain
Colourless agony

In thundering roars
At the keepers gate
To the deepest dungeon
Falling emotions
The dragon breathes
Burning hot flames

Black teardrops
Scorching the very ground
Burning hurt
On which he roams
A sacrifice
In black ash


Only he sleeps
Twisting and turning
In hot pain
Buried in turmoil
In the deep
Awakens this
nightmare beast

In hell
With all its fury
Roaring out
A voiceless flame
Black burns
Serpent
Of pain