N.K. Trevor

Goodbye: There, I have said it - while this love is still too young to shutter the walls of my heart;
I have tasted the bits of its sword, and from the linger of lust in its eyes, it can surely cut deeper
O, this love, which could not be pure, like many others strewn before my path,
And I could not disclose my fragile heart once again, upon the guillotin’d blade of such a un–loving ripper…
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I.
Here where, I have longed to be free
Here in my nest, at the apex of my comfort tree
Here where, she meets me half-way in poetry
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When I grow up, I will grow wings to soar like falcons
To the unreachable edges of this distraught world;
I will fly - or sail beyond the reach of waters and dust;
Beyond the very anecdotes of any legend ever told…
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I see, I hear, I touch, I smell, I Speak and I …

When I see you, I see a perfect beauty -
And when I don't see that
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In line to what I define as fine, my cherished
enviable Caroline
Thy genteel beauty is by far, in the regard of
many and of mine,
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I.

We set our path upon the frozen stream of the snowy bed
And our footprints mark the road where we have come from
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The sudden rush of the sea bred winds roar
Over my head as they maneuver in stealth
Through the parallel cone hats of the pinus woods
For hours, they have been pushing each tree top
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I.
The waters of the Aura River is spreading
Gently across her deck;
Her surface dazzling with little quiescent reflections
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In between the claws of its annealed, temper’d feet
The stubborn bird has clawed to its scavenged meat
Not a kill, but the rotting of some fresh, flesh feed;
That is still ostensive; of slit scars - whence it bleed
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from the collection - Notes to the Passing of Nature
- Ruissalo, Turku December 8,2014

The air is cool, humid and wet
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It's over half a decade now,
Still I find your appearance so charming
Whether in dreams or in lost reality
Still my heart is fond with so much loving
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There are church bells, hammers,
Cymbals and gongs-all in my head;
At once they clang and an intense ache
Begins to resonate within the walls of my head,
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A lot goes unsaid…
Despite the short moments between
And the time that runs so fast
Despite the tensions that build up within
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The graves of the cold Monday morning decent
beneath the dull chills of the cumulate mist
Scaring the wavering happiness into a dist…
The wild scornful clouds cradling from the
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I
There is a long way I have come to shed my tears
The road that has me made, impervious to fears
But still, there is that darkness that holds my cheers,
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You don’t lie your name to strangers, that’s just a shame
Though- still the ‘first lie’, it contentedly made its stain
Now I call you ‘Angel’, like it’s your real name
And Oh no… Here it goes, often as it comes again
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I have never seen anything like it before
I had underestimated its broken façade…
You should see it in the first light of day
It is very ugly indeed…
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Their Father, Prodigal …
Closest to alcohol,
And dearly, a legion to pride
An egocentric being,
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‘Tis been long since the last time to write; he sought
His heart which in its primeval existence is but in rot
-and in decay... Tired from the loneliness it has fought
Thus here, it seeks no further than to write for comfort
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The cloud of darkness has come back again
To take away all the life’s thrill that hath remain
The light is waning beneath the shade of gloom,
Oh Slave- you cannot flee this despondent doom
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