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I would walk until the end of time,

looking for some sort of sign
of the desire to be the part
valued most by my beating heart
Everyday I try to unwind,

yet I can't forget what is on my mind
One more day I'll persevere,
unless I somehow find you here.

The time will come
The time will go.
But you my friend
Should always know.
I'll be there thought
all the years.
And when its your turn
i'll come down and help
you fly

Love can be so many things
starts when hearts find their wings
with every touch and every kiss
a bond is made you can’t dismiss

smile upon her lovely face
grows when ever you embrace
with every little moment filled
a happy soul is soon instilled

kiss so gentle, full of passion
and then gone without compassion
ends as quickly as begun
with ties that now are all undone

a heart that withers but does not die
tear in your eyes will soon be dry

PPB

whine
why have I never enough
what haunts you
we have all things
we're empty
when erstwhile ruined empires
would have every need
was our unfulfilled love derided
wind abbot'o sea
which I now desire
witch have I changed helpless
wine it's tomorrow can't help

Deep down she floats into the murky depths
Ever deeper surrounded by the stench of decay
Before she even realises, there is only gloom
All hope is gone, only despondency and despair
Still once more she tries, one more struggle
Eventually the realisation comes to her, slowly
Death is her option, bowing her head she succumbs

Can you feel my teeth sink into you, tearing your flesh from the bone.
Agony as your nerves scream out in pain, but you cannot move.
No, there is no escaping as the ropes hold you down tight onto the table.
No-one can hear you scream, only I, as I savour the taste of your flesh.

I shudder with delight because for so long I have dreamt of this moment.
Been thwarted so many times when things kept interfering with my plans.
At last, at my mercy, incomprehension, shock, horror and much more.
Laying here, spread out before me, a feast for my consumption.

One little word is all it takes
to make a point, dictate our fate
To build a bridge or close a gate
Encourage, deflate
To give, to take.

To cut, to sew
Detach, deface, embrace
Destroy, repair .

Ditto Touché
Come what may....
Choose words carefully
Be mindful about what you say

M—Music
O—Of
N—Necessity
E— Earth’s
Y—Yoke

F—Finding
A—About
M –Mysterious
E—Eccentricity

There are a lot of fools,
That walk away from love,
With foolish games they play,
They don't know,
love doesn't come every day,
But if love can come with burning flames,
on a whim,
Carpe Diem.
There are so many fools,
They take a heart with a touch,
Breaking love's rules,
Leaving the heart to break,
As if love wasn't worth much,
Like a Hollywood film.
Or the thorn on the rose's stem.
They only leave pain.
and a lonely heart in the rain,
There is a piper to pay,
They will wake up one day,
But if love comes with a burning flame.
On a whim,
Carpe Diem.

Now is past a century or two
since I have lurked these shadows
of the many who had used to be
as present kin foreshadows.

This one marked with neither name nor rose
is where I used to cower
when I aptly chose this borough free
of any men of power.

Is this just to be another place
of processed poisons purely
pumping at a pace for picky me
to pull so prematurely?

What I've longed for is an essence that
of which now only cleanest
when a meal is at the age of three
and toxins are the leanest.

I would never waste my single chance
in days of horse and carriage
so to hide and prance around a lee
for snacks or to disparage.

Call it what you will and what I am
you reader of a brutal
lot of skew and scam with history
that makes your living futile.

Food is what I crave as you are well
aware and comfy knowing
that you found it swell you'll never see
my coming nor my going.