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I've wearied myself of life
but I live because..I must
At the crossroads there are
no signs to guide me except
an impenetrable divinity that
moves within the essence of
mortal vanity
An unmerciful brutality steps
on the neck of my poetry
yet in spite of this I am
touched of the heavens by
a benign spirit
I am granted a voice of praise
And now I seek no words..only
peace
I rest in the solitude of my
being
In stillness..
In quietness..
In silence..
And by the whisper of a voiceless
spirit..I am healed

Sometimes I forget the hours, all the years between us
I forget the lost days that have all passed us by
I have no memory of no longer chances and empty spaces
For a while is forgotten the passing of our time.
Sometimes I forget, and you are here beside me
I turn to tell you of all my hopes and fears
There is confusion, for a moment, then comes floods of memory
and I am engulfed by an avalanche of grief and tears

Gentle is the thought that you think comes from you
Subtle is the creature so you think there's never two
The beast that sits there waiting, a freind until the end
Others whisper quietly about you as you hold communion with your friend
A glare that's wide and intense, others try to avoid
They don't witness unseen events in a world ahead of their eyes and thought
A dance with your soul before heaven as god and angels observe along the path of good intentions, but it is clear though, you've taken a turn
Strung like a bead to others who fell he dances and you move along
A special freind with a scorpions tail to get you in the end...
You dance and glide with intent
You spin and turn back and then fall
You madly pound and salivate
Your expression says it all
He looks, you stare and strangers wonder
You scuttle off into the night
A news anchorman blankly stares out as he reports on the girsly sight....

From light of day
Dusk desends
From heat of sun
The cold night air descends

The warmth of day
The chill of night
Air tingle s
The damp cold air holds one

With chilled talens
Sraths
The bodies sences
Desends the bodies core

The echos of cold and frost fills the air
Night desends
Darkness as arrived
Winters has begun

The time ticks past so slowly in your flat,
And sometimes I just long for some sleep waiting;
For you to come home, and tell me where your day
Has taken you - and where your at

Each moment seems compressed though time is flying
In your world there's so much rest and so much healing
Of loneliness, where longings no more leaving
It's words of guilt, that leave us searching, pleading

Times when woman cry - softly keening
She hopes her man gets back before this evening
And it seems that while I write this time is fleeting
And I hear a sighing ocean in the distance

Not far away a lonely cove lies waiting
Rills of waves the mornings sunshine kisses
With flecks of gold, this not yet ruined world,
Before it sinks in black before this evening

A great sleep that must still come is nearing
So much of this life is merely dreaming
I wrote this to you late - just last evening
When the end of day falls black and bitter seething

Unlike that bliss where two hearts share true feeling
This affection - memories of our love don't lie
We kissed to close the gap - a secret meeting -
And still I wait for you in this cold flat
That's not so cold, for I know in the morning
Love's valediction rose brings its true meaning


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White soldier of a black president
Black criminal in a white man prison
Russian spies the government lies
The only question we don’t ask is
why?

As she gains height and strength the sun's power smiles through the frozen wastelands of my heart.
The layers of ice frozen in time from the coldness of others slowly thaws
exposing the raw nerve endings of deadened desire,
and the ravaged remains of hopes and dreams.
As the first soft breath of south west wind
stirs the dormant bulbs of passion
silent and forgotten in the cold earth of emptiness and loss,
a tiny fragile white bud of love forms from the dead wooden stem of disbelief
and with the softness of infinity opens towards the light of your smile.
with a tender touch, like a butterfly's kiss, she opens fully
yet her petals are as fragile as glass blowing in the wind
and a harsh word or rough touch will cause them to fall
and the winter frost of hurt will cover their delicate beauty for ever.

Thank you for your love ..

It is my last miracle ..

After the time of miracles is over.

Thank you for your love ..

He taught me reading, writing,

He gave me the most wonderful adv ..

He write off all women .. By moment

And assassinated the most beautiful memories ..

Thank you from the depths ..

who came from the books of worship and prayer

Thank you for your waist,
how it came about the size of my dreams,
and the size of my perceptions

Thank you for resides in my poems
thank you for being in my life
Thanks ...

Oh, For she stood on the skirt of Eden with a whisper of a snake in her ear. She being the first that was driven from the subdue. Woman of right and wrong, your name has echoed through the rivers that run wild to give life water to the tree of knowledge.

Lilith, knowing the speech of the serpent giving to the coil to mankind, secret slides of words beacon my call to you.

While in the garden of eden she walks among the dry soil and the beating of her heart stood still for a moment. Look at her beauty for lend me your shape, for thou art cold and fire is in my body feeling my passion and desire to want to walk along with you in the garden.

For you have eaten from the tree of knowledge the apple the fruit of forbidden pleasures.

you do not deserve my concern nor my respect.you wish to abandone reality for pipe dreams.and do so,so willingly with no conscious at all.no thought of the repercussions or the pain you cause.you think only one thought and for that I am truly ashamed.ashamed for the wasting of a soul so willing to sine and for a love so careleessly disrespected.