i slipped into my future
and you werent there:
that brave child i knew
with so little fear.
so i careen
through
this
prison of missed opportunity,
and
think of you,
free
as a
bee.
i miss
the
taste
of honey,
i miss
fire,
in my belly.
LP No. 10_2020_muse-ings
the love I bear
for me
collapses the farther I
stray from thee.
i am lost
and forgotten
when not revelling
inspired,
in the blissful
pleasure of your light.
but when i falter
my flame sputters,
and i seek
the lukewarm
and familiar:
arousals
of love
& affection.
but my spark
yearns
to again burn,
bright
and hot,
in the crucible of our
combined blaze.
return to me,
and let us
scorch the naive
with wickedness.
tickling
lost
souls
with magic
and wonder,
and hope.
LP No. 09_2020_elusive illusory
I try
to forget that kiss
that never slipped
your waiting
mouth.
or that ecstatic night of
electric delight
that never was.
I hope
to let slip
from my memories
sweet summer days
strolling hand-in-hand
indulgent
and happy…
such wonderful days
which never came to pass.
the dream of you
is real,
and every day is
but passing time
until such dreams come true.
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dedication
and devotion
eternal
lead you closer.
fear not the passing
of days
or friends, for
You
spring
eternal.
LP No. 07_2020_betrayal
windbrushed clouds
painted
with memories
of steps never taken
blow
through her tangled hair.
old fear swallows
your dreams,
and you awaken slaked
of thirst-
alone
but free.
you want more,
but you run:
the sun
has
set, tis
a
time
for magic,
&
a time for lost souls
to fail and
despair.
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sky
open and wide
just
goes
on
and on
and
on…..
bumblebees
drinking
nectar
from the faint
moon print
hanging above:
straight blissin’
on what pleasures
will you dine today?
how far do
you
choose to fly?
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expecting
and
wanting.
…. patiently yearning
alone
for that
touch
which never arrives.
you
see eyes
lost
in imagined reverie
of
love’s honeyed ministrations.
but
Truth can only love
one
soul at a time
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moss laden forests
hide wanderer
memories
and lovers’ stolen
moments.
lost in that realm
of dream and wonder,
we dance
under an
eternal moon rise.
then kneel before
our fires divine.
as this day,
hallowed
and
ephemeral,
slips
noiselessly through
the veil of time
LP No. 03_2020_wash
under
rotting twigs
and lazy newts
fears and hopes
slide down
and
away
in a messy tangle
of putrid delight.
proud, strong,
and
alone,
you wait for the next storm.
Resolve (the third one, an awakening -of sorts)
secrets screamed out
of pitch
darkness
wash over these bones.
faithless transgressions
bury
the
earnest.
truth
lies
inside.
truth lies
through beautifully
soft and open loving eyes.
truth
dies,
and finally,
this soul is prepared
to walk this inevitable road,
alone.
deuces!
theDeprevation 