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Thursday, February 19, 2015

Done Again



By taking the sweet with the sour our love was not perfect but true
With the heat of a blistering sun, we connected
But trust was overdue
Feelings never protected

It should have gone beyond beauty and age
Lasted through the disturbance
We have both been locked in a cage
Then the reality surfaced

A love lost and a message found
Gone is the bliss
Let someone else wait for you to come around
And get a false kiss






Thursday, February 12, 2015

One thing I can say is that we are each other's first loves we have no prior experience so you can listen to what other people say just remember they have failed where we have survived

An email I wrote to my sweetheart

Love, 

m.

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Oh Sweet Sugar

I held the moon as I danced with the wolves
Then chased the sleep that had gotten away
Woke to a decalescent winter sun
Is there coffee?
Must make the appointment on time, so I can sit and wait
With the others who forgo lessons for fun
Now we must listen because it has become too late
And I must pay attention to them debate whether, a fruit must be blended or juiced
or eaten whole for full nutrition
But I cannot eat the sweet anymore
Too much sugar
It's in the genes
Something gotten that cannot be given away
What, no chocolate?
My substitute for sex
No flour
Only the one in the garden for me
It has come to an end
Carbs was a devious friend
Time to exercise the demon away
Before my blood turns to clay







Sunday, February 8, 2015

The Gift



The consciousness,
the watch that is always present
It does not go back and it does not leap forward
If imagined, it can exist
Now
Even somewhere in an alternate universe where all dreams are real
In mine, everything tastes sweet and salty but you do not gain a pound
And with the beauty of a frozen lavender sunset
There is peace,
but not just the quiet kind
This world exists because of perception
Made from one perfect form that was an idea in an omnipresent mind

Monday, February 2, 2015

Calumny



Camouflaged by a tapestry of fabrications
You intrigued my spirit
Until an innocent, reveals ye in derision
And a feverish beast is unleashed
Nothing is left to blend in
All the colours have faded
Everything is now black and white and the existence cannot be hidden
Chaste and benevolence was met by dirt
Time to escape the facade so there will be no future tragedy