Cloudburst
As we watch the cloudburst,
Upon the edge of shine,
It’s movements unrehearsed,
As it’s rain does enshrine.
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Grief
A perilous emotion,
The great heaving of such grief,
Like drowning in an ocean,
Impaled on a coral reef.
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Sentimental
Feeling all too sentimental,
Absent of all things sensory,
With my flutters far from gentle,
Lone in my empty nursery.
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Cues
Can no longer write on cue,
As my fingers do bleed ink,
With my handwriting askew,
And sanity on the brink.
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Exploitation
Such exploitation in the highest,
Restricting my access in crisis;
You, refusing to encourage,
My forgiving pills to nourish.
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Control
As foolishness covers,
With a loss of control,
By the hands of others,
Writing mere folderol.
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Mortal Mark
The candle’s fickle flame,
Symbol of my mortal mark,
As the wind plays a cruel game,
And my guiding light to dark.
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Naked
My tears overflowed the stream,
As the wind stripped me of dress,
Alone in a naked dream,
In my forest of distress.
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For My Love
For my love,
My sins Have reason
As surely as your heart
beats upon my wall.
A red rose clock timing our eternity.
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Meek
With the outlook so bleak,
And how today I die,
My very patience meek,
As the sunset is nigh.
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Strange
Indeed, how very strange,
And how very curious,
How often we do change,
And become spurious.
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By The Creek
By the creek of my loss,
No meanings to devise,
I fade into the moss,
Whilst drowning butterflies.
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Elemental
Fires of my passion,
Waters of my life flow,
My Earth to ashen,
When my Air carries woe.
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Birdsong
Upon paper leaves we drew,
A sweet birdsong from the breast,
In the watercolour hue,
Where we did then make our nest.
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The Wall
Eternal battleground,
Sounds with the warrior’s call,
No mercy to be found;
Women thrown to the wall.
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Stories
How is your adventure?
For you seldom do write,
With stories you censor,
You keep me up at night.
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Phases
With your disarming gaze,
You know before we feel,
This is all but a phase,
Sung by the breeze with zeal.
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Images
And forgetting the bloodshed,
Grand visions make one humbler,
Calm images of the dead,
In such a peaceful slumber.
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Wary Hearts
Through long eternal crusades,
Where such wary hearts have shouted,
Belittled by the charades,
The devil himself doubted.
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Foreboding
Unable to write for beauty,
Ensnared by the foreboding,
Marching to my death’s duty,
My mind calmly eroding.
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Breath
And I breathe your breath,
And I beat your heart,
But, awaiting for death,
From the very start.
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