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Love is action

Love is not waiting

Being questioned the validity of love. The love.

How do I count the times he loves me?

How does he pick off his fingers the ways that he is so injected by it? The love.

Love is interrogation

Love is not wanting

Being known as the validation of love. The love.

The circumspect. The all surrounding. The shrouding and compromising love. The diminishing, love. The word and the aspect. The love.

Lay for Wed

Here lies the dead

On the canape they read

Their lives are in ruins

But you never said.

It's a turn for the taking

And one shouldn't be waking

Those on the hill

Quiet, unable and still.

Here lay the dead

Their poetry so read

Their lives are in bones

Just like you in bed.

Sea Side for Days

On a wave

I can repent

On an ocean wave

I can be looking for shore

Through a periscope

And I can dive

Precipice down

Urchins in search

On a wave

On a big water bay

You are there peaceful

And I'm far out to sea

Sailing for winds

And I can dive

When the land has no shelter

Behind all the water is a push

Edge and the Middle

Violet skies

Moonlit lies

Shadow forecast

On romance.

Dusking Winter walks

Slowed them down

To talk

Ever hurting, says not worth it.

Truant cloud a bellows

For sun without the rise

For ocean incomplete with wave.

Sifted echoes

Tempered, sallow

Forge a light

For paths

I follow.

Heavens are waiting

Sky and plain crest to meet

This occasion, forever.

Little Miss Dread

Ended
It said
She read out
The dead.

Founded
Instead
To watch over
Her head.

Little Miss
Dread, this
Here your
Bed.

Little Miss
Dread, you
ate moulded
Bread.

The crust
Was so soft
And green
Orange red.

Thirsted
Salt bathed
Drowned
It said.

Understand the Evil Monkey

Alone in beauty
And in speed
Delighted torment
Figures greed.

Spare good grace
Serve our wine
Plaster off
And just in time.

Perfect telling
Face of fire
Jealous, much
For your desire.

Lost in speak
And in act
Every promise
Fell from tack.

Painted on
Idea of such
Revers, run
Cut her fun.

Effigy

Thinks about a life change
But cannot get a mind change.

Thinks about the good day
Can't forget the bad day.

Thinks about a nice way
But always does the naughty way.

Forgets about the life change
Keeps going on without a trace.

It is a door to a place

And why all the questions
I broke the passing of time.

But for my heart
You didn't love me.

You say you care
But what is a far away stare
I know all these questions.

I hear them
When they needn't be heard.
Fire in my ears
Like a siren.

I opened the door
To a place.

Good Luck, Sparrow

Blonde, I was after the beep
Brown, towards the end.
Sateen, diamonds
Before I knew the bend.

Dear No One

Strange to not have a mother
Just to see her in its emptiness.

Strange to see all the effigies
All the dust piled into those
tombs.

Strange to never see her again
Like she doesn't exist,
To me.

Light, to see the world
Sun, to see the light
World, to see the day
That was missing
When she was there
Overshadowing,
My life.

Model

A model
Is an
Example.
My face
Is not a
Photo.
Your click
Is not a
Boom or Flash.
A model
Is a
Perfection.

Reincheque of Paris

Let's just end it
On a rein cheque
And we could spend it
Go to Paris.

Flying First Class
Or the PJ
Stay in Montmarte
Or Champs-Elysees.

My baby doesn't come out
To play.

Perforated

Just to wear
Another bikini
Bottom.

Just to feel
Another bare
Back.

Just to fake
Another French
Kiss.

Just to wear
Another tiny
Piece.

Just to feel
Another rub
Down.

Just to fake
Another sleeveless
Heart.

Just to pass
Another dirty
Dollar.

Just to feel
Another day
In the sunshine.

Without my life
In my hands.
Or my hand
On my heart.

Reading Back

I find your name
And my heart dies
For days.

I see your spirit
And my soul fires
In flames.

I will keep my battle
Against civilian
I tackle.

Your mane
My face
His lies.

Friend or foe
How should I know?

Just to see
Another me.

Gone around

The break I snapped
The flight I flapped

And all because of you
I picked up a chance.

The Chance's Flu.

Ripe or Raw

Time to tell
Gelling well
Fine to keep
Your side, part.

But, How do we know?

It is custom for everybody to stop eating when the Queen has finished her meal.

They Fool

Don't be damned
By men who scram
They try so little
And you try so hard.

Don't be ratted
Your heart ain't tatte'd
By a man who don't
Love you a'more.

They fool you into finding
A piece that you could hold
They fool you into clenching
Like your future now unfold.

Ironing and darning socks
For a sleaze and mighty drat.
You ne'er liked a man that way
But he fool'd you into that.

Save yourself, Miss pretty
Save yourself the ache
For someone who don't do much bad
And you be kind to take.

The Trouble with being Agreeable

Boasting isn't the term I wanted. Congratulating is merely the tie-in.

Well, I figured out the type. And, well, they're me alright. Me right to the word, of course not. The three magic words.
They should never be said, of course not. They lead to many unscripted but rewritten passages, too many to take note of them all.
If simply by calendar. That would be easier, wouldn't it?

Easier to take me by the hand and buy an ice cream, than to walk into your house and say Hullo. Shall we have dinner at eight, dining in? Of course not, we'll go out.
Take my hand in Paris, but not in your town. It's just not right. You know I could convince myself of anything. Love, in fact.
Vanilla, of course. Strawberry, of course not.
Going on strong and going on in a hurry are two separate things. Hurry? Of course not, I say.
That only confuses things, because of course I'm in a hurry. Rushing to get to the door and to see you and say, good bye.
On to the next day, the next month, of course.

For now.

You couldn't think of another thing that rhymes with time, so you just gave up.
Well, I say, my fair distinguished exeunt of honour, let's begin at the start. Where it all began.
We can erase from there. You never again have to include yourself in my delusions again, you hear.
Now, you say. Now, ain't that a treat.
Fairly right, yes, right indeed.