If I was asked what hurt the most,
I would say time has measured the dose,
Cause time and again the deed is done,
A piece of me dead and gone..
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A mysteries so unsolved,
Words so silent I cannot dissolve.
Revealed only by the sweet taste of wine,
Fading away like the passing of time..
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In the shades of darkness a light is found,
And one embedded in it abound,
Accursed and banished to distance skies,
A hallow where nothing survives..
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From the onset their fates were sealed,
Through love and lust their demise concealed,
Upon her head a veil is spun,
Which fortified her visage from the sun.
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I let wonder on yonder Street,
In search of that between existence,
A source, a clear picture yet unknown,
A substantial but without form.
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Words they say are weapons of war,
Mine fails as the day doth draw,
The hour the brave's are written on rocks,
I cower and duck and sat on my cock..
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On and on the spiders weave
Spinning each thread in fabulous sway
Each weave different from another
Each weave a blessing and curse.
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The memories, a blissful pain,
The hurt, a heavy disdain,
A day, like thousand years,
Feels like I'm stuck on you.
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Dark tales were told of old,
Of two brothers of same household,
One of art, the other of steel,
Pillars that would not be brought to heel..
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Let the light blossom from underneath that skin,
It's fabric antique as treasure buried beneath the earth,
Moulded by time and creator of art,
An aesthetic to the very fabric of my heart..
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Whispers of the night,
Hear now the fates are calling.
Speak to me your blazing plight,
And let terror be their undoing.
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The olive tree where my love hangs,
Anticipating its impending liberation.
The song sparrow its companion as they sang,
The blissful tunes of compassion.
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In here's an empty space,
Myself, chained in its case,
Voices, echoing in silence,
Hate words, all in compliance.
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Delicate and tender it was,
A soothing to the cold buzz,
The warmth, a flame riding through my skin,
Eyes shut, as the space grew thin.
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My mind ablaze to your undress,
Fingers crossing, I express,
The thoughts I for long suppress,
Sensual thoughts my soul confess.
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God it hurts,
The feelings burns,
The etches in my skin,
Where do I begin.
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Shattered
If I was asked what hurt the most,
I would say time has measured the dose,
Cause time and again the deed is done,
A piece of me dead and gone..
In the stillness, I hear the echoes,
Whispering voices I tried to let go,
Ghost of me sinking me deeper,
Into the void, far and darker..
Cause time and again I've had to let go,
Time and again, the hopes gets low,
Time and again, the tears seeps through,
Shattered, I fear 'tis true..
Can what's lost be ever regained?
Can the pieces be lined on a single plane?
A rhetorical, yes! I beg an answer,
For this soul's a cancer.
Precious U.