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You once said to me "what is the purpose of achievement if we die in spite of it".

Later you were to ask "what else matters if we love each other?"

Well what, my dear, is the purpose of love? We die in spite of that too.

Seedlings

And who knew it was all to go so wrong?

In those tender nights. As spring drew it's veil and we drove our flags high through the avenues of our youth... Be best our Sunday clothes, and fragmental our follies in the high grass. I hope for youth to retain it's meaning in you, and our memories to rotate around your blessed body as a satellite to remind you of our once being in your next skin. Let me be a line in your face at least. For in those days of old, stories untold as moments unfolded, and skin was bold and bright like the flight of a seedling. Who knew it would all go so wrong?

When I hear the thunder clap.

It's for you.

congratulations baby on all your winnings

lay me ruined and blue

When I see your face just growing

and leaking like you do

I got to say, its all your own

if you still say you never knew...

Ive got a present for you baby

laying on my desk

I like to laugh at thinking

I ever knew you best

your a curse delivered daily

and I know you're knocking flames

like Poseidon's fractious lungs

drowning dahlia's by name

Your lady's waiting

Be the man you claim to be

Don't waste the breathe I'm bating

I know you now and you know me

So go, your lady's waiting

She'll dress you fine you know she will

And feed you with her fame

And sit upon your window sill

Til you don't know my name

Our time was all I hungered for

The life we were creating

But I know you now and you know me

So go, your lady's waiting

Her words cascade like fountains do

Her gowns adorn your floor

And she'll be there as I hoped her to

Til I exist no more

I'd been your sweetheart and she my friend

I found you both elating

But I know you now and so I know I

should go...

Your lady's waiting.

Fickle sin.

Such besting pain befalls my veins

So slight one dawn it crippled me

Your stranded limbs flew like an encore

I sought for land but found your shore

Cocophony bleed my body dry

I tried but knew not what for

And here a stand a sorry man

On some old street at someone's door

Follow me, be with me still

I pondered against fury

I'd bless your banks against my will

And stand before your jury

But time it heels and my hard skin

Grew over all those nerves

That danced for you like fickle sin

More so than you deserved

You are the gate that I long to close

Your hinges as old as rocket fuel

One mighty man with tallons blew

A gail at first light and so I knew

Nothing more can be for us

Our spinal spiral trapped our nerves

Be blessed and be heard my love

But stay clear and not of my wars

You are the pillar I once climbed

A sky cry so tall your head was blind

And I, your matador, threw so many spines at you a raging bull the blood I drew

Nothing more can be for us

We wasted love on what was lust

A flood of insistence that we be so right

How wrong we were on those hot nights

And now at home as I draw close

To homely pages of our book

I praise our time but please, this know

Don't call for me - I will not look.

FAKING

It is easy for you, lady of the lake

to claim to understand the hand from which you take

but a coward can crawl and deny any sort of undertaking

of courage and honesty in the face of such faking

she uses words and a pan pipe to utter absurdities

claiming she's living in the hollows of elder trees

whilst honking your praises for the kingdom to hear

atleast you'll always know when she's near

As the sun sets over your budding youth

and you claim to know yourself and those who love you

take a second, just one, not a few..

and ask who provided the truth

he was too scared, or young, or confident

and he broke you with words of indifference

a master of transfer its not me its her

and here i am writing words as if all this will help.