Once
He wanted to land in silence

But then he saw that was only the sky
Another one

The highest

Yesterday,

I've witnessed the strength of love.
My father rode his old bicycle every morning,
heading to the nearby field where he'll labored,
doing odd jobs, toiling for the whole day,
ignoring his aching back to feed his family.

When our food is too little for everyone,
my parents faced hunger willingly
while they filled their children's empty bellies.
When any of us fell ill, they'll took turns
to care for the weak at night,
sacrificing many hours of sleep.

Most gentle of push pull me ‘way,
yet the fences are all barbed with wire,
I have no reason for to stay,
my heart’s begun to tire.

Metal thorns may be sharp and still,
I put forth my flesh against the jagged rust,
cuts will mend but the lack of never will,
and so I must.

‘Round rotting posts the meadows stretch,
crawl across the dirt and darken at the valley’s end,
reeds leap near to skies the hills have met,
or at least I will imagine.

- Lane

clammy chill
the trees have swallowed up
the yard and grown like
menacing shadows
swooning in their silk black
leaps through the dust
filled curtians
hushed house
just the echoes of
the leaky tap[
at dusk and dawn
the search of light
sent in with the
giants show
of abstract monstrosities
till guillotine shadowfall
steals the sun
and the violet brutal
longing of lonliness
settles...firing up like
the streetlights
from a dull simmer
to the brilliant sizzle

when out were all lights
perhaps dimmed
to see your silhouette on purpose
the shining smooth silk of cashmere
Oh my dear
twas those nights
like honeymoon
despite the fact
there was no moon

your lips brushed mine
well should I once again
with divine
rhyme

but all the same
my hands slowly went low
down below

the bell rang
and you sprang

the end
a long period!

Bonnie met Clyde,
And the sun met daylight.
It was like when the thief met crime,
And the moon met night.
No two were more meant for each other.

Poetry and mystery; the elements of love.
Fast cars and whiskey,
Fueling passion written in the stars.
When the bank alarms rang out,
The tommy guns made shout.

Cash and jewelry rain down,
The smell of gunsmoke and perfume.
'A match made in the stars above, so below.'
Their love was the purest poison.
No earthly power could separate the two.

and acolytes of callow youth
to make minors centigrade of descry
utopian, will you awaken acquiescence
Palestine in its boyish age,
attrition fright palsy
but masquerade sentinels trees stand
over mortal tiredness, worthless than demented brigands
amok basketsfull yarn small ship worlds
reclusivity a starry eyed obeisance
purported prima causa,
if i die and i dont see king David,
no i must.