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You cannot protect my heart even you (virtuous silent muse) should know it sees how long rapturously your neck's nape would be caressed. While she  is not, then my heart rests languishing there.      Open palms with outstretched fingers. You cannot guard my heart because you divide thought into heres and hereafters. You do not make me want alone for want is not but clover garnished in your hair. You cannot release me from the way that dress falls on your body that my hands remember lips and tongue tasted sweetly of you.      you are sacred wine... and sacrament to

Hear the soundings of it's coming. Pestilential...patricidal... flight of ruing doves forlorning, star-eyed mares with flaming bridals. Hear their bristled heeding too. Metamorphose beasts are cooing shrill the timbre, harsh as metal keenest sight and sense are suing. Counties blaze with camps primeval, cities razed and built anew... What should come of all those people at the hands of pious few? Instrumental in His planning wanton wily malediction proxied      saving benediction for a thousand pages latter. But at once the ox-head rages in the present moment fuming his dissension is contagious his

What if, with outstretched arms, I make the grand archways of cathedrals? And below them I shelter all of my faithful friends. And Above them there, only trust.

In silent places the night prayer of the desperate answered by swift hands. You have not fallen wearing the famed red armor of Triarii. You're not remembered from the bleak midwinter pass at Thermopolae. No glorious laud to be heaped upon your brow bright as the shogun. The ninja dies not to the sound of beating drums donned in cherry blooms. Only here, my friend alone in this broken heart a genuflection. Would it that I could I would gladly take your lot inside the highest cold. Tear away my skin to feed hungry animals birds pluck out my eyes. Better man than I sleep in the quiet places our lethal warrior My gent

My Father has skin, as great and old, as tan and thick                                    as anything. His skin is the wide stretched hides of the buffalo.   They sheltered all my elders.   They sheltered me. His eyes, which once were wild, lie more dormant. They read to me, songs of my predestined future.   they read me sadness. My Father's voice is my voice too...            

Spri   ng time brings rose-colored marble coldly.   Tiles st          ac          ked away then marveled at     (then ever forgotten).   Shiny pennies and uselessness -- rocking chair reveries creak and creak. scattered the dandelion seeds o  f  f in air dyingbirth.

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I. And what is that sound? The one of muffled sadness afraid to let go. II. So unsure, my steps like a herron in the wake. A careful waiting. III. I was unaware the world lives on images. But I live on words.

There's a reckonin' a comin' just a ways on down the road... and if y'all folks ain't careful now, you won't like where it goes. Like rustlin' in the hedges Like a thief into the night... It's a comin' round the bend now lest ye keep yer souls a-right. There's a trav'ler rovin' round these hills, Brothers heed me when I say... that y'all give yer lives teh Jesus now, for today could be yer day! Are ye ready now to see the lord? What with all that you have done? Have you had yer fill of drankin'? Are yer gamblin' wages won? He'll be shakin' down the heavens! He'll be settin' chaff a-light! He's a' cuttin' down ye prideful men

Your art makes my liver burn silence prying into my mind (which is with you). Each surly, dark strand of hair -- Each one tethered to the font of my desire incarnate.                                                          each one strangles me My couplets make no rhyme, by hands made numb by lungs that take no air...

Why is this so hard? A loss in part, loss of whole Stranger to this wood I look not, can't speak In this place of solitude Silently I tread Lonely, quiet green Faces in each hallow void luring Moonlight's lips

As Spring dawns warmth on barren land Your soul deigns life to mine I beg to differ custom's hand A mouth is nice and lips so fine But what if we could kiss with eyes? A drone, it pierces deep inside Melodious pitch divides So your beams now mine incise A mouth is nice and lips sweet wine But what if we could kiss with eyes? Both thresholds to the inner man Mortality and life One with words and one with light A mouth is nice and lips divine But what if we could kiss with eyes?

im falling in love with the person you used to be. and butterflies, rainstorms and leather. las vegas weddings and playgrounds, love poems. and windowpanes. birch trees and blue birds, and spring lillies. and grand pianos. and dreams, always dreams. but you wouldnt be bothered with anything like that. ofcourse. youre falling for the person theyre telling you i am. and baby blues, handrolled cigarettes and lies. cross-streets and angel wings, and liquor. and stopsigns. street lights, oak leaves and campfires. and honor, always honor. but i wouldnt be bothered with anything like that. ofcourse.

The winter air bites, sparkling bulbs light in an attempt to bring a glow- to the darkness of the night. Amidst the flight of autumn, I embrace no one but you. The beating of a heart, gentle and refined, is lost once more to passion- to the darkness of the night. Amidst each strong pulsation, I embrace no one but you. And now goodbye must come, my winged heart now must keel, we both want but cannot yield- to the darkness of the night. Captive to such longing, I embrace no one but you. One kiss and farewell, evanescence into ice, to relinquish Warmth, Cuore, YOU- to the darkness of the night.

How quickly your youth fades the colour and the shade and the force and the weight of her absence a gravity Tugging wrinkles down your skin and dragging your feet far closer to the earth than broken promises ever could.

Your mouth is like a well A cistern to your soul I lap the surface of waters profound To know and be known whole Waters once dormant Dead to such desire Awaken, stir and ripple As sweet nectar I acquire Lips on lips Body on body Heart on heart Entwined I feel that I am yours and you most fully mine