Come to me
As you go to them,
The pictures
Start
So remember when your eyes meet mine,
I love you with all my heart,
And I have poured my entire soul into you,
Right from the very start.
Pleasure
Pleasure
Wrapped inside a soft velvety swathe
coming with the sweet smells of lust
When nothing left to endure
No more harshness to tolerate
It was still there
After all those years of ignorance:
The pleasure of illusions
The Pleasure of fantasies....
The pleasure of many small things....
and the pain of loosing it all
nothing but a distant form of pleasure
Slaves
Slave
They say go and I go
They say do this and I do it
They say gather and I gather
They say sow and I sow
For I am but a common slave and
They a cruel and capricious master
Darkness
Darkness
An eternal domicile of peace
An asylum when all other doors are shut
When the rest of the human race starts to sting
Here and there we strut
We finally come to rest and sleep
In the Darkness
Always a home
Belong
He would like to belong
To somewhere
A place that he could call his own
He would like to be strong
Without a care
In a safe and happy home
But instead he wakes
In the bottom of a boat
With blinded eyes
And a salt sore throat
He would like to go on
To somewhere
A place his dreams have shown
But he sees a world without care
And dies alone
Drum
Play your own drum
No matter how loud
Some will love you for it
Others will kick you out.
So what,live in a slum
Be happy and gay
Play your drum
No matter what they say.
Admiration
Admiration
Thank you fall this worldly admiration
For all your superficial praises
Some personal pleasure
And you continue this false adoration
-of my hair, my eyes, my---
But can all this penetrate to the soul?
Or somewhere-
In the realms where our true selves unfold?
No---
I see the fakeness your eyes hold
Puzzles
Puzzles
Life is like puzzles going nicely along
You get so far and know you made a mistake
You go back to change to move on again.
Then you come across a problem that needs time
To think it out, finding the solution for you.
Life can perplex and bewilder but you carry on
The same with puzzles you can get stuck
And then the elation when you get it done
Ready for the next puzzles in life.
Concentration
Losing concentration
missed my station
Trying to lose track of time
But keep my pride
No hesitation
No elation
I see symbolically
I see the signs
The truth is gona blow
My f*ckin' mind
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Connect
Connect.
Connect the dots, each dot a chapter,
Each chapter a passing of time,
Dot by dot, the image takes form.
The picture is almost clear at the end,
But when you connect the final dot
It becomes the property of others,
To evaluate as they will,
The work you spent an entire lifetime creating.
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Thunder.
There was a rumble
Beyond the mountains
Purple night falling down
The rising moon shimmering
Quarts scattered on the ground
A sudden flash of lightening
Lit your eyes in wonder
As the sky tore apart
In a scream of rolling thunder
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voice
Voice
A voice
Your voice
That's all I need to hear
To get rid of my fear
Of losing you
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Shock
(I hope dear seed is all right)
Shock to the heart to start its soft beating,
Jolt to the mind to keep from retreating
Into the yesterday of memories fleeting
Moments.
Soft
Soft
The soft place
That we left a lifetime ago
Had a sweetness that isn't coming back
After living on hard rocks of the earths
After distinguishing between true births
Are we whole enough to go back
To that soft era
That soft place
That we left
A lifetime ago
Speculate
Speculate
and contemplate
your fate
Rid yourself of hate
Concentrate
It's not too late
to drop the weight
of your mistake
then you'll awake
with time to take
a peaceful break
burgundy
Burgundy rich in titian red,
Claret from stigmata fed,
Bleeding through the wisps of time,
Memories of a gentler clime
Whose chalice bubbled rich with wine.
scars
i like this burgundy poem
Thank you, Endy. Why not continue, Brit.
Scars are charms
to keep ghouls at bay
Or hideous masks
behind which we pray
Or buried too deep
to ever be seen
Only heard in the dark
distorted scream
Scars identify
who you are
Memories thrive
in every scar
These scars are yours
and yours alone
They're part of you now
etched on bone
Scars are sacred
but feel obscene
They twist
at your body
and run naked
between
normality
and the dream
Impossible
