Near Poetic Death
When I read
Darkness in a lover’s eyes
my heart cries,
my heart dies
why does the poet ail
Having been
Banged
With a nail

Even Christ resurrected
from the cross,
He didn’t die till today,
nor ever shall lose
May I say

But do you hope some day
I shall drop dead only
Half through
My life’s pathway
Say
Do say
Pray
do say
the poet in me
shall forever live
till my last dying day

Frost on my windshield
unique crystals now revealed
soon to warmth they yield

Sweetheart
please don't be mad at me
I skipped dinner
only to stay hungry
for YOU

Ah! you are smiling now
so I will skip the bites
and have you
for dessert instead
stay yummy for ME....

It's been so lovely lately
come sing me of your tune,

there's nothing between us
but, the brightness of the moon.

You goin" through them changes
makes me no nevermind

but, when you do so.....tread lightly,
and please try not, to be so unkind.

Miss be baby,
miss me, girl.....please...
..miss me, honey,
miss me with all that;

(repeat refrain, please.)

But, even if there were rainbows
at the daybreaks' end,

You are the one
I've been hoping for all my life,

you are the one
I'd adore to be my wife,

In the silence
I can hear your heartbeat,

and, I can hear the echoes, but not by choice;

when I can't hear your heartbeat,
don't ruin the silence with your voice.

I am the one
you said you'd cling to, with all your might;

I am the one
with whom you hold, throughout the night;

I can hear your voice
so loud, in the echoes, through the tears,

when I can't hear your heartbeat

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Provide us just scales
with which to measure
and determine the truth --
let no displeasure abide

be objective and distant
make sure you're blindfolded
mete out the verdict
swift and without fail.

But for the value of life
remember your own
Each breath you take
are opportunities blown

Justice is never served
for the dead remain dead
their chances forfeited
memories defaulted

Secrets can't be shared
No one can ever tell them
With suspicions they are paired
Slips of paper in the Golem

Raise the dead, you might regret it
Feet of clay can turn to dust
There will be a final debit
And pay for it you must

But man is man, and he must know
What he can and cannot do
Though the wind begins to blow
He adds the two and two

Plans must work, but often fail
Sometimes, they just don't work out
But the thought, it will prevail
In his ravaged mind, it shouts

Speak to my ear
carrying you
the flights
the corners
with their worn
care
the paint skin
scabbed by the
dead lightbulb

At the landing
we untie our shoes
slip off the boots
your jacket damp
with snow

and smiling you place
your palm upon
my chest and wave
a tempo with a free
hand

you are drawing contours
on old grounds
angles on no mans land
"its a rush"
you breath

Tide

The tide turns
And begins pounding the shore
Persistent eroding
Harder and faster
The uncontrollable force
Breaking down the defence
Constant corroding
Faster and harder

The tide turns
And retreats its brutal attack
Erasing its resistance
Softer and slower
The monstrosity recoils
Leaving its destruction
For another day
Slower and softer

I feel my insides churn
You have the upper-hand
Leaving me vulnerable
Upon the blood soaked sand

Looking for my salvation
no Almighty did I find
in street’s dark pathways.

Where to find my God?
I searched in pristine chapels.
I chanted verses

of sacred scriptures for hours.
I heard learned priests
tell ten commandments,
extol blessed sacraments.

Until I sat in silence,
where He found me!

They say what do you ask Him?
I ask for nothing
only to feel him/her here.
I listen for Yahweh’s voice;
messages gather, resting
on my still, quiet mind.