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RespiteThanks be to the gods for a day without your constant sparring
The enumerable months of it have been bone jarring
My dreams were crushed under your negativity's weight
You've made it a growing challenge for me not to hate
I've made clear a worse messenger for love there couldn't be
I've begged for your support but you ignored my plea
I've groveled to not be received as the opposition's view
But you've refused to see me in any other hue
Today I enjoy reprieve from your persistent fighting
And a quelling of my urgent desire for smiting
Should tomorrow bring a return of the same ol'shit
I'll beg the gods for another respite
Please Love, AgainShe comes to me at night in my dreams
Drifting in like fog or so it seems
The room fills with the warmth of her spirit
Softly calling my name, her voice, I can hear it
With the grace of an angel, she sits on my bed
Without waking my slumber, gently kisses my head
The touch of her lips lands soft on my skin
I hear myself saying, "Please Love, again"
She lowers her head, firm lips press to my ear
Hot, whispering breath says she'll always be near
We reach for each other, locked in passion's embrace
No one, not any, could e'er take her place
So now through this time that we must be apart
It is you and no other holds the key to my heart
Until once again, I know, we'll meet in clear sight
She comes to me in my dreams at night
A VisionOnce upon a time there was a girl
The most adorable girl in the world
Her smile could light midnight skies
Heaven could be seen in her eyes
Such a fair lass, no other matched her
The only ones near, her sister and mother
Blessed with a beauty that comes from within
Meet her once and wish to see her again
Those lips, silky hair, skin like velvet
The sight of her, man couldn't forget
Maybe she's an angel sent to Earth
To show one lucky soul all love's worth
There's no doubt she's a vision, spreading grace
To all who look upon her smiling face
Past RevisitedPast revisited, old wounds never healed
The keys to the future in history sealed
The circle of life coming and going
Millions of souls none of them knowing
The winds of change blow at the door
Past the threshold, onward they roar
Demolition persists, minute in its ways
Surely these signal the coming better days
The pane in a window, fractured by storms
Distorts the image into varying forms
Gracious the hearts that suffer long
These share reward sweeter than song
The visitors who comes through doors of ones life
Often scar to the marrow as the sharpest of knife
Knowledge of the future could not be a friend
Who cares to see the rubble at the end?
The winds will blow, each day in passing
One, yet another, they murmur with asking
The circle of life continues developments race
Enumerable souls wander aimless, in chase
Grasp in the present limits future's demands
A fortune sifted, drifted, time's sand
Once again, so be it, the fool is knighted
Steady the hand, his mount now excited
Nature's WayLooking out of his head, lying in bed
Early summer morning, sun far from dawning
Starlight, heaven's sight, glitters above
Persistent contemplation, surfacing mental masturbation
One soul, plight unknown, by the winds blown
Feeble mind, pen in hand, paper's echoing demand
Trio of friends, long before, ignorance closed that door
Squeaky hinges, decayed with rust, learn new found trust
Could this be, reunited, yesterday's wrongs righted
Possibly, not so simple, scars, life's dimple
Not to be removed by a handshake today, nor things to say, nature's way
Accenting the smile, inside each child, soul worthwhile
Feeble mind, words to find, ink flows, no rewind
Together, move ahead, page returns from the dead
Clearing of soul's idle jabber before its clabber
Lighten load, remove soul rot, feeble mind can't remember, ink and page never forgot
CluelessWhat part of "I'm done." did you not understand?
You and your endless stream of lies are no longer interesting.
You bore me to tears. I'd rather attempt a conversation with a fucking telephone pole than endure another second of your made up horseshit.
Did "I don't care." get lost in the barrage of insults you're screaming at me or the putrid mush between your ears?
Your opinions of me are of lesser value than a pint of cold piss.
In fact, I couldn't be more proud that I failed to meet the requirements on your list.
You have been nothing more than an expensive waste of my time.
Once upon a time I'd have drank your bath water just to kiss your ass.
Now, I'd sooner jackoff with a cocklebur mitten than touch you.
Shall I repeat another point that's lost in your pretentious tangent berating my very existence?
"I don't want you here."
Not only do I have no desire for you to be here, I don't want you at all.
Do you think patronizing me with your sweet sexy talk is going to work, a
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