Turn Style Spiral Poem by Richard Ford Bunuel Whale Carnegie Edison Simon Hitchcock Welles Christ Antunes Rodriguez Kubrick

A barren cold
Heart break love lorn,
Cast aside
The potential new born...

What could of been
Memories in two fold...
What should have been
An echo chamber

Keeping me away from her...
To cast aside the hurdle...
If I had the power
Who would share my bed?

Night by night
My heart to break alone
Spoon til mourning...
Delusions kept in solo reverb...

Bouncing off the walls
Escapes the love
Kept as hopeful...
Days of joy

Nights of memory warmth..
Cracks in love lorn...
The heat streams through
Waiting for this heart to mend...

Cold to touch... freeze to bone...
Flint-passion spark the blackest fire.
Chest encased...turns to blaze
And melts the ice and turn away

Through the day dream
Black hole sun eclipse.
Starlight trapped
Night of shadow

Heart mend-void..
Need the quiet calm
Hurt by judgement.
Reserved for hollow

Stars toward bliss felt
Love in daylight...
Could not would not
Nightful embrace

Could not would not
Ever forget her...
Would and could always-lover
Speak to her... Ever kiss

Could not would want
Love in bliss...
Heal my mind...
Spark the magic...

Soul in tragic turn style spiral...
Eternal peace of love exists
Reborn the heart... Bring to life
Train the heart to love again