The bond lasts as long as love does,
And memory consigned to fade,
A lingering kiss and words that was.
The beloved behind the blade,
SO when I write this recollection,
My ink stained hands shaking,
In her eyes I see rejection,
As my heart keeps breaking.
So I ask although it shall be refused,
For our love a candle light.
And in the dancing shadows confused,
The rusted heart of this knight.
Forever was the words that passed,
And to the sacred place abscond,
My vows will not break the last.
For I remember my bond.

In a toast we raise our glasses,
Too and two our dear friends,
As the joy of the announcement amasses,
And poets try to make amends.
Enjoy this day former students,
Wear it like a crown,
Glass will shatter imprudence,
Last time he’ll put his foot down.
SO again enjoy the time of rings,
And look forward to the merging,
And all the smiles and shiney things,
When two families start converging.
So HUZZAH and keep close thy blades
To all the revels and enragement,
As heavens joys cascades
The multiple meanings of engagement.

turning to

tears traverse longing cheek,
Wishing for that touch,
To love is strong not meek,
Few know that much,
And for the point,
Of the painful sting,
These tears anoint,
To love’s the thing,
These waters cool yet burn,
The softest and hardest skin,
For it is you to whom I turn,
When world ceases to spin,
As I cry and exhale the this sigh,
And wonder who-where you are.
On these tears wings I’ll fly,
And gently trace the scar.

Gallows

There I stand before the trial
Tasting the bitterness of denial,
Struggling shackled from liberation,
With fear blowing kisses in flirtation,
For what are the cries I incite,
What are the wrongs me you’d indict.
The pre determined answer guilt.
Upon a sand foundation built.
As the crowd, no mob, grows violent.
In time of war, laws fall silent.
To the gallows I go by choice.
You can silence me, but not my voice.

She has eyes of starlight,
Steeped in heavenly glory,
Wisdom written in burning sight,
The eyes the pages of her story,
And in those eyes and that laugh,
Serene thoughts express eloquence,
They speak of wonders on beauty’s behalf,
And navigate to joy in their eminence.

alone-ness

We wonder for what sin we atone
Spending too much time alone.
Lot in mazes of intimate hell,
There are many definitions for a cell,
Where is the hero with reddish cape,
To provide us a means of escape,
But as long as there a moon and sun,
We dwell in always within sacred one,
And then from exiles we are free.
When we enjoy our own company,
Cause find it far from a sin,
To be at ease in my own skin.

wanna live forever

Forever is a long time,
Trying to forge a coherent rhyme,
Shunning eternal deaths portal,
I struggle with the sorrow of the immortal,
Even the finest blade buckles to rust,
And when you’ve sated every lust,
You find more knowledge to be gained,
Even from passions unrestrained,
But as I examine the spiritual knife,
I smile amid curses for this long life.
For with all the power at my command,
My loves will always be condemned to sand,
And knowledge although it’s own reward,
What is a symphony without discord,
When all kith and kin you surpass,
Drown in the dust of an hourglass.

Forgiveness - catching smoke

When unintentional hurts invoke,
Forgiveness feels like catching smoke,
There are many definitions to wake,... See More
In the turbulence of a mistake,
And withholding such is to some pleasure,
Forgiveness is a true mans measure,
For too many times again and again,
Lack of forgiveness revisits and then,
So at the bar we put more on the tab,
Nothing more alluring than picking that scab,
For both wronged and righted do feel,
That the other does not deserve to heal,
And soon all your wrongs insert,
Just wanting that other to hurt,
So then in peace we may live,
All depends on the courage to forgive,
But we also want to burn,
To sacrifcial offering we yearn,
If not all the toxin we swallow,
And the loathing we sit and wallow,
The bill comes and on it we choke,
And forgiveness becomes the catching of smoke.

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Pain

Although to many would object,
with intimate knowledge of this subject,
then however few remain
sting from relation with mistress pain,
knowing not in sacred equation,
9/10 of pain is expectation,
when the grasp beyond our reach,
it's the anticipation of biting the peach,
knowing not when next we'll meet.
our reunions and partings sweet.
Foe her and in her icy mercy thrive.
and beat the bitch by being alive.

Single, Foreign and Growth

Single,

I feel this feeling you feel,
Driven through like unyielding steel,
But in time this too will pass.... See More
Tis the whim of the hourglass.
But my brother this verse is food,
As you dwell in a solemn mood.
That love is my department.
Cause in the singlelands I have an apartment.
That love dear Marvin will come again,
A heart rapt with joy and then.
That in the book of face.
Bonds of fellowship can replace.
The temporary change in status.
Our true kin will not berate us.


Foreigner

A foreigner sits and smiles,
A patriotic ex patriot with many wiles,
Knows the time shall not erase.
Experiencing the troubles of race.... See More
Many scars we sit and earn.
While for a decent steak we’ll yearn.
That in this our state weygookin.
And the knowledge of the foreign.


Growth

Asking as the tree reached sky,
The way of growing seldom asks why.
Youth sad never to regain,... See More
From the wisdom wrought in pain.
Even growing amongst the dark,
Branches shield both nightingale and lark.
It is the goal for which we live.
Or great pain shall not forgive.
The sun caresses, the rain falls,
The earth absorbs the quickening squalls,
Struggles and constant toil.
Pull up from unforgiving soil.
The leaf pages fall and again grow,
All part of natures flow.

distance

they say that distance the heart fonder,
like there was a choice.
when you want them the first repsonder,
distance longer than the prose of Joyce.

Then where in distance does one follow
when waiting in anticipation,
when closeness you wish to wallow,
both summed up with relation,

having so often found,
the tyranny of geography,
makes the voices deafening sound,
when communication is the key.

but love I say is always there,
despite the hearts insistance.
few truers loves can compare.
with the aching of the distance.

the fall

I didn't think the way it began.
it would end as it did,
with dawn embers as darkness ran,
to where the stars at day stay hid.

during that day I saw those eyes,
and felt the shining fires delight,
which to my dusty heart now denies,
and pray for the oncoming night.

the tomb of conscience wails,
and the banshees curse.
Without the light the quill impales,
I dare not challenge worse.

so In that original moment dwell.
and seek asylum from the rest.
I was there when the light bringer fell.
and gravity did it's best.

so I say that love is all.
and I say without compunction.
to those eyes I am still in thrall.
and my form is still my function.

missing death and taxes

Nothing much to report, been back too long.

Nephew's cancer, cousin's suicide, my own slathering demons. I lose myself in form, my form is my function.

I need a break. Some kind of positive karmic recognition. My mind flows around the tomb of Ozymandias. I hear her voice in the electric winds. She has moved on. But I am always coldly reminded .

" Tis better to have loved and lost, then never to have loved at all."

My response is always " Until you've lost it don't tell me that."

Tired of looking for work. I miss so much. Friends from asia and here. Altohugh my mojo has been back awhile. It transforms into easy charms and trinkets of confidence.

I guess I fall victim to toxic nostalgia. The sweet dream for what once was. WHen she all there was. April is coming and I struggle alot. The stars will always remember true love.

I miss my girl. I miss the dream that bleeds away.I miss the shadow between the sun and moon.

bouquet

If my words be roses,
And small poems a ring,
A poet in love composes,
On my words take wing,

Know this my one,
That in this simple scheme,
That this time has begun,
When love o’er takes the theme,

That it’s not just on phrases,
I take my pleasure,
It’s you that amazes,
Sword and deed in measure,

So my girl this is a I ask,
Is that you smile and listen,
And pray my words meet the task,
And in those teary eyes christen.

That it’s a matter to create,
That the love this poem supposes.
I give this heart to fate,
And pray my words be roses.

For my half soul I write this poem,
My girl it’s me you complete,
For all this world I roam,
Return to the kiss so sweet.

And in those eyes,
And in that voice,
This verse reprise,
In love rejoice,

That it does matter,
In this dark time,
This pen tries to flatter,
My muse in this rhyme.

You my girl make me smile,
And I write in this electric tome,
It is in your mystic style,
You are my heart and home.