Wind has ruined,
gray hair on my head,
cold day hurts.
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Love, holds me up,
she makes things good
A wife is life.
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Rose petals,
fall and fade quickly,
text a note.
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Mom loved me,
I yelled at her tears,
Mom left me.
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Kids laughing,
house, quite a mess
Kids living well.
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College at forty
homework on spring break,
done by nine.
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Cats playing now,
the curtain dancing alone,
cat claws tear.
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Love for her, prompts
heated black ink to caress blank pages.
A lively dance of the quill pen begins.
Rhythmic circles and purposeful slices,
capture love within eternal letters.
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Scented ripples flung,
out of the flow,
of your long brown hair,
smell like fresh garden air,
passionately kissed by, lavender.
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Graphic, the memories of our love,
falling into my memory,
like rain made of white light.
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Evocative, your smile is devoured,
by my eyes, love’s sensation, wraps
fuzzy strings around my heart,
and squeezes.
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Eloquent, your movement captured,
forever, in the theater of my mind,
in darkness, the gray light flickers,
the screen is stolen,
as you dance upon it.
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Vivid, the curved letters of your name,
tattooed on the surrendered shell,
of the love, that swells,
my glowing red heart.
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A statement, a slur
Spray paint fouls, faces
knife blades cut deep
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Representative
Chosen by me, for working
not identity
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Lies, spoken quickly
Define innocent, guilty
Eyes, gouged out
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A brow furrowed
Fists, strike closed lip
Red blood stains
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Marker drawn word
Crowd walks and yells
Strangers hate me
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My eyes are green
God created physical form
My gender is male
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(The Bereavement of Sweetness. Oil on canvas 17x12in)
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Perhaps only a woman may know…
Her vast emotions, live safe,
in a fortified city, their cherished relationship.
For years, nestled warm under his heart.
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Betrayal!
In a painful moment,
her life is besieged by green fire.
Her man, her love, that saboteur,
reveals his villainous tale.
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Stories bite bitterly into burning ears,
while her throat swells shut,
Rhythmic heavy words ripple the air,
shaking the foundation, of her heart,
causing a mighty pressure in her chest.
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Her breath becomes rapid, hot tears stream,
trust is leveled in seconds, like a wounded building.
Choking gray dust and crushing heavy concrete,
pummel her soul, and entomb her heart,
in rhythmic cruelty.
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Her emotions pop like a blister,
under the jagged cut of his news.
Yet, a reddish glow, a rhythmic pulse,
warms the deep rubble.
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Her heart is lost,
in love, though wounded, its lives,
in the ice cold silence.
She hates him, and loves him,
within the same heartbeat.
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She condemns him, and forgives him,
in the same breath.
In this moment,
she will endure,
and she will be lost.
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His fate, their fate,
rests within the moment.
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The relationship;
Will it be sewn up with black stitches?
A love enduring under thick scars?
Or buried in the cold brown dirt, cried for,
then forever.
a burden to be forgotten?
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Perhaps only a woman may know.
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Lying mouths, like cannon fire, explode words like clouds of glitter.
The snake may lament, “Venom tastes of the sweetest yellow honey.”
Needled tongues, weave a false tapestry. The Devil’s silver quilter,
Red handled brushes, paint wet shadows the mind can’t see.
Flakes of red, flakes of blue and green, cake over hungry eyes.
Warm smooth words slide into waiting ears, like warm butter.
Soon to rot, a thick heavy gray headache begins to rise.
The moon whispers, “Taste my light!” through the darkened shutter.
En-flamed orange tongues lick away, truths lush green forest.
Scents of wood, and the squish of soil, are lost in the ash of history.
Anger will crawl out of its cave, to devour any who might contest.
Its black scales breathe like the rippling ocean, blanketed in mystery.
At midnight, Liars dig a grave for truth, like white ghosts, clawing hard cemetery clay.
Truth, the immortal glowing yellow sun, may burn the liars blanket of glitter, one day.
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