Tears building to flow (Lyrics)
Originally posted on Abelia May:
Avoiding my presence Eluding my advance From which questions are you hiding What answers can’t I understand You err in your caution Misbehave in your own right Tangling…
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The cursed lullaby…
The cursed lullaby Once love was so damn sweet, we had the long nights and the sweetest kisses. You were my Beatrice and I was your willing Dante. Willing to pay the price… Continue reading
The days of freedom…
The days of freedom Yesterday was the first cold days of Winter. I closed the doors and I closed the windows. I didn’t allowed the air of Winter to freeze the house. I… Continue reading
Tales from the dark
Originally posted on MY VALIANT SOUL:
the nights shift incessantly between the coiled conversation, about semantics of life the arrival and departure of distilled solitude at a point of growling sleep patterns my…
Gray, Black, Endless – A Landay Poem
Originally posted on The world according to RedCat:
Grey days blend, rain drizzle, limbo hazeTrapped in this lonely mazeMy body yearns for your gaze Black nights reign, empty bed, frozen soulStuck in a…
The fray- part two- Dreams
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The fray- poem for the book, The Island.
(Fray-1 a : to wear (something, such as an edge of cloth) by or as if by rubbing : fret. b : to separate the threads at the edge of. 2 : strain, irritate … a botched new… Continue reading
“The Unforgettable”
Originally posted on Poetry of Emotions:
Will we kiss tomorrow, embrace of the flesh, while basking in the glory of who you truly are. . . love. Take my hand, lead me to…
You don’t love me no-more
You don’t love me no-more….. Tonight she wanted to be beautiful, she shaved her legs and she wore her lace black stocking. She have been feeling lonely and she wanted someone to see… Continue reading
A Monterey Summer day..
A Monterey Summer day The poet sat alone drinking his coffee near the Monterey Bay. He was 35 years old and he felt like he had lived five lifetimes. The soldiers in his… Continue reading