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HurtHow Cash said before me: ”The old familiar sting”.
This needle will sow back together,
what I tried so hard to tear asunder.
The Poet's CurseFor he who scatters rhyme after rhyme as the ashes of ashes and dust of the dust
Shall be shunned from society as his labels adjust, from once proud denizen to monstrous versifier.
His name scorched forever within the sacrilegious fire
Thus shall be the poet’s curse, to reside in purgatory and face what he must.
There is no reconciliation for this abomination
This.. “poet” ..deserves all but the just.
With his two-faced melodrama, his bitter melancholy.
There’s no redemption for the creator of such atrocity.
Alas the poet’s curse was to be born a poet,
As rhyme after rhyme have flown from this bust.
Even after death his curse still
A song of Serenity and HarmonyTooth of time and deity itself, with wretched beauty and vicious tranquillity.
Word weaver; word weaver, sing of muses and deity.
Doth fair maiden crave unearthly goods, t’is but not fair as nature withstood
The story of nature and the abolished lady.
World and creation, all as one done, world and creation, nature’s fair song.
Muses, many muses, melancholic melody
Fair doth their hair be, a silver sun spun upon untarnished web.
Thou scares not my nimble heart, with beauty in abundance,
all-encompassing serenity, as words form song in heavenly tongue.
They sung in utmost serenity, the tunes that form this harmony.
Where woven chords, by word weaver and bard,
Interlope with each other -- in woeful smart.
Quatrain VII’m the burden upon your jaded crown,
The cracks that break this porcelain mask.
Yet I’m also the glue that holds it all together,
Alas piece by piece - I'll slowly wither.
Desirable ShadowsSuspense of quivering porcelain awaiting gentle caress,
As this warm scarlet grazes tender tissue.
Its vivid energy, swiftly passing from one body to another,
As a soundless stranger sneaking in the back alley,
This kiss shall reminisce like sweet morning dew.
My dancer in the shadow - who’s shades outline this lover’s lips.
Quatrain VAs my crimson cloaks your tender lips,
Whilst your pale skin graces satin sheets.
So shall our hearts interlope within
There are no secrets, they shall not keep.
Quatrain IVNo wretched wind, nor bird of prey
Shall keep this eager heart at bay.
As wind transcends and floats right through
So too shall I, long for you.
Shut UpStare towards the depths of
Humanity’s self-righteous ideals
Unified under the same credo
Towards a better tomorrow?
Universal anomaly, you’re an alienated specie.
Perfectly awkward - just like me.
One DayTwo at night, the nightingale sung.
The church bells rung – in deep melancholy.
I’m left behind as the untold stories clung fresh to mind.
Time has aged me, turned me none the less wise.
A single red rose - upon the coffin of my dearly departed wife.
It’s been 20 years since the nightingale sung,
The church bells rung.
I’ll recall the stories we could have told.
Those untold stories, that were ready to unfold.
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