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Mental Illness
Mental Illness
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True lovers endure pain
True lovers endure pain
Don't make haste
just to waste
sex and marriage need
COMPROMISE
at times one is down
at other times the other
the opposite one must up- lift the downer ...
and
then move on...
most of you make haste
and
search another
it's really a waste .....
meditate and recoup(regain) your love
all humans need compassion
both men and women
even men
though they don't show
are often more emotional..
Not Clever
Allow me to express myself
collect each thought to mind,
reveal the muse, that twisted elf
observing from behind;
secure the secrets of my heart
to guard my weary soul,
infusing joy in ev’ry part
can, maybe make me whole.
Pertaining to my manic muse
(ostensibly a friend),
eternally he will abuse
my mind to his own end.
For me, for now, for ever,
unbridled poet never,
not least, as I’m not clever.
Trumpery and Co....
Fake news wins the day I fear,
our media call it all post truth.
Nuttal finds then wipes a tear,
another creation of his youth.
Blair arrives to call it foul,
heals himself with golden thread.
Boris commits to timely scowl,
both will soon be breaking bread.
If they can argue until May,
Euro laws can call brits to duel.
Judge’s effrontery can save the day,
smith dot co left playing the fool.
AMBIGIOUS SEIGE
and the perilous times are upon us...
Cinnamon bun basks
a toasters work
alas
tis stuck
can I do this she thinks
sipping butter from her lips
french manicured nails
gripped on a butter knife
The left side...sinister
is holding back its treasure
the long spool of hair
falls...the racket is clearly
heard the soft bumps
then the dashing like
a marten caught in
a conibear
'fucking thing!'
the knife clatters
bends her body
hand flat
hair dusted with the
The Appointment ....the finale /////imprint
''As my time is nearing
the coast of time
Soon I may also be
non -existent...''
A very young girl
we knew
just went into the ops room
and said
‘’meet you on the other side.’’
We all stand by the side of the river
when the stream will engulf us
no one ever knows
We just look blank
into wilderness
who is calling us
from where
She came into my dreams
and said
11:47
I lost...
the keys to the car...
I hot wired --
her poodle skirt wouldn't merry-go-round...
til I looked...in that last place...
Nothing there--
Ran out of gas...without them...merry-go-round...
Through a red light--
That'll teach me...What?...
I don't know--
Ask the poodle
Capture A Smile
In a frozen Kodak moment in time
You must seek to follow your heart & shine
Built on a promise of inner beauty
A picture is worth one thousand words
To the fine lens of a lonesome child
It's in an opened door and the call of the wild
Through the distant clouds it will appear
Broken
She sits alone in the darkness,
Suffering in silence
From the pain of a broken heart.
Crying because she misses him,
Unsure of what she had done,
To drive him away.
Was it all just a game?
Best friends they had been,
Love she thought they'd found.
The life she'd been dealt
Made it hard to trust him,
But she opened her heart,
to get it broken once more.
Her spirit's been lost,
Her Faith is running low,
Her heart grown cold,
And time has made her bitter.
MERCURIAL PLUME
steam tinge
reflection
dank hot hair
beads of wet
lick crawling
glitter in the lights
a ghost dance
witching hours
minute hand
spell
right to left
televisions sweet
low voice
on ivory drab wall
a summer wind
wishing promise of
rains stirs
hesitant wavering
above the eaves
a moon crawls