Tailor Bell

The Best Poem Of Tailor Bell


Every night I must give up to
the next day
Grow tired, retreat and fade away
My heart calling out for more time
My thoughts drifting off among
the sublime
So I pray in the spare
of lucidness
My hopes, my dreams,
my willingness
Yet into sleep I dive
full forward hurl
This other world might weigh
my mortal soil
To steal along the rich
and heady clay then
Slain by rising violins
So I must fall
And thus...I just fall...

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delilah contrapunctal 10 December 2009

Tailor is a brilliant poet in my view....and a delightful human being, as well....

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