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Poetry | 2012

Tuesday, March 19th 2012

In the brisk cool breeze

My mind had set

And bloomed dead seeds

The night we met

A pleasant pace

To our meeting

My heart did race

Then sudden fleeting

And perhaps

Because the city’s air

Because the time played fate

My mind’s wire bought a fare

I could not help my state

And so with my last thought in place

My heart, my mind, my all

Has reserved a special hidden place

As to never let me fall

Painted Pattern of Love

With some love there comes this line

Stronger than that love once blind

Placed upon the starry skies

And over the fields while on this ride

Can’t cross upon it anymore

No words of disdain but distrust it bore

A single thought a single thing

While for a second on heaven’s wings

Wild and restless as a child

Of wilder thoughts of a coming bride

Then with the line fate had drew

The once bright skies a darker hue

Never looked to nature for this

Or with a weakened heart touched lips

A clue a sign or something new

That every moment it was some how true

And though I sink a little lower

And though my heart races a little slower

I want to rest upon your bed

And waste my time with lust instead

Only to awaken in sudden fear

That love’s pattern painted here

Of mistrust a boy can make

And in the end we all blame fate

P.S. No Longer Pending

Night highways are goodbyes

Pale green trees were in his eyes

But I’m so past my mindless mind

That once believed it love

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There’s that scene across the street

And there are ones that’s by the sea

But that’s all that’s left behind

When I think of it

***

I still love his country views

At rare times he’s still my muse

Just not the last thought before I sleep

***

But forever,

The fine swift love story in my book

Took such silence, that it took

To make the timely ending

**

To finally write in now

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P.S. No longer pending