Eventful Finality

The bitter world that we endure
is a fragment of our minds.
Unbeknownst to us they precure
an alchemy made from thine.

Beaten down on shoddy floor,
you billow forth your flesh.
Like worn out flaggons
you release your gallons
of life blood to the death.

And yet no reaper meets one.
No ebbtide for the new dawn.
No rugged raptuous welcome
above the crimson gown.

Have i not done my deed oh Lord?
Have i not reached the end?
My wretched bodies lost its chord,
lost notes for which i send.

I feel no heart within me.
I feel no limbs about.
I feel like a floating ember
within a smooth white-out.

I cannot hear your anger,
I do not feel your calm,
Its like i've left the manger.
A move that i've done wrong?

If i have not done wrong
then why can i not here your brethren
of the sweet whispering angel song?

But now i feel myself falling,
pulled hard by an unknownst force.
A darkness has arisen
and gradually takes its course!

I fight again, my action
repells that dreaded wraith,
its the one i slew, i know it
like some dark dismembered moth.

It clings to my bloodless veins,
within my very soul.
I cannot hold it from its claim
but cannot let it hold!

So let it go, i must, i must!
release me from its clasp
for it just wants my skin and bones
as trophies for its task.

So concentrate i must, i must!
To will my body and soul untwine.
With one sweet weild of mind,
I wisp a million miles
Into some distant dusk.

English Sex

Let's feel for the contact we seek,
let mutual we squander,
Less stantial we ponder
upon each others virginal shores

Sat in white cotton sheets
Sat on bed for bottom treats
Adventurous streaks
So many peaks

Relentless urges push the pang
to penetrate the nervous slang,
and finger like a new found limb
reach out into his random whim,
and touch the distant foreign shore
as he touches yours.

Such mutual want,
such avid can.

Synthetics holding
back the plan
Rise into folds
and out of pan

The majesty of naked form,
as both of clothes relinquished.
To touch is greater than to hold
But we are very English

Both nerves are playing heart strings
Both bossom lips and gentle hips
and strangely rising wings
Both strength in groin
and rising loin
The heart is overpowering!

So tongue in cheek
we venture seek
to find each others writhing

We call it foreplay, we call it jest,
To wander round the big gold chest,
good distance from his emerald nest
Yet contact now, tho wavered at best
To mutually find each others rest

You are the half i have not found

You are the warmth when i am cold,
You are the child when i am old,
You are the ambience when i am calm,
and the peace to sway the harm.

I want to swim in your waters,
I want to lay upon your shores,
I want to walk in your forest
and fly in your sky like an eagle sores

Single Love

My lover stood upon the shore
The same shore i stand today
She is not here,
her footsteps washed away.

But i too look into the mist
to foreign shores, of uncounted dist’
And see another shore lying low
and another love aglow.

But i am alone, a single man
No lover i can call dear
She’s standing on some foreign shore
and never will see me near.

But this was life as i chose myself
And only in later years
Did i recount the mistake i made
and never find my eternal tear.

Ragged is my mortal coil
Palled is my faith
Only my dreams can recall
A lover, another call.

And my heart aches
And my mind racks
And my skin itches
And my body brakes

Friends

It’s not the Food that we eat,
nor the establishments we seat
but the people that we meet
that makes the days a treat

Finale

So type for typings sake, thats what he said.
So i sat here after crooning my total bright head,
and falacious my evensong happless tonight,
breathes new life into her little body, oh jewel of the night.

My tears fall so heavy, my heart reaching out,
I fly amongst starlets, i flit here, there and about.

wording in silence, innocently spoiling,
There stands a man with his head in a cloud,
Effortlessly my heart rises as my body is coiling,
and kisses her cheek leaving lipstick aloud,
Harmony rising, Echoes are falling,
Distance is longing and ambience is reckoning,
The water is welling as drip, drip is dropping,
But it all runs dry, as times only for the living,
and my heart stops pounding and my life stops counting.
But my soul keeps going, as my life becomes memories

Bright burns

I’m ribbling today, gafooning around,
yet dregs in my heart are pulling me down.
I’m typing a verse that expresses all that i stand,
and the words are not flowing but taking high ground.

I’m reminded of palmistry, my dear cognative hand,
and the line that describes me of one true affection,
And i know who it is, and i know where she stands,
but i cannot afford to express my hearts reflection,
for her life is in turmoil, and her mind is elsewhere,
and to pressure her towards me would be so unfair.

But its difficult to know how a love could achieve,
for we’re thousands of miles away, and no hope of reprieve.
She’l grow old and single, the way she would like,
and my fondness will turn into a memory spike.

So the power within that thrives on a love,
may burn brightly but cannot burst out.
And evensong visits and moments of gravity,
must remain at a distance and rarely in privacy.

She stands as strong as a pillar with limited wealth
and i envy her strength as i envy good health.
I wonder if she guesses the true feelings of me
it matters not because she’s chosen her own singularity

A daughter in agony, a father so pale
Stress all around her and me to assail?
Love is such agony, life is so short, i wish beyond the farthest star
That after my life is over, she finds another,
to support and cherish and hold her dear,
to care and to love, and forever endure.