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Dearly BelovedDearly Beloved,
It has been a while, has it not? I wanted to tell you how Ive felt as of late, especially pertaining to our relationship, and where we are going. I also wanted to express my concerns for the lack of time we spend together. There are many things I wanted to tell you, all in accordance to most general complaints and/or grievances. All of this, however, I cannot express. Of all the complaints I could alleviate from my current state of consciousness, there is only one thing on my mind
I love you. Completely. Utterly. Not a day goes by that I do not think of your beautiful countenance, and the shine of your tress. Not a moment of a single hour passes, when I do not fancy myself holding you in my arms, never letting go. To have your heart beating against mine is a luxury I have not felt in some time And even though it does pain me- I always remember that deep down, beneath all the anguish, and despair, beneath the hatred, and sickness; you feel the exact sam
I mean itWhat happens when the forces march down
When the guns and grenades and blood cover the ground
When my flesh and my bones are torched to the marrow
When your "undying" sentiment becomes cold and narrow
When you forget that I'm here waiting, dying
I wonder if you will be caring, crying
Tonight, this nightThis night of nights
Oh such a sight!
To see her face brings sheer delight
Lo God! Redeem my deserved blight
For then I might
See her face
Her tress so dark flows through in waves
So notice men, both valiant and knave
As dead souls dance behind begotten graves
I hide in shadow beyond reach of light
In this darkness
I reach the threshold of her chamber inn
ensuring it be not that of her kin
I rap three times like the bird of lore
The dark winged evil who quoth "Nevermore"
"Be kind, be gentle, my darling please-
To have me with you would put your heart at ease
So go on my darling, my love, and my dear
Gaze upon the countenance of this devil's veneer"
I ask her, "My love, dost thou want mine sin?"
As I heard the latch open, she did let me in
I stared into her eyes
This unholy of nights
I stared into her eyes
I knew then she was mine
I took her away into perillous flight
I took her away tonight, this night.
From the ashesFrom the ashes I rise
Taking in life's new breaths
I awake from this cursed dream
To view the flame of the new life
I rise to embrace this challenge
This life though new still
The flame of eternity burns bright
Deep within my very soul
To face this trial
To duel with tribulation
Only to have my light burnt out
My fire now extinguished
I fall to the ground
Ashes and Dust
Tomorrow remains yet another day
From the ashes I rise
Born once again
If only I could make it go away
If only I could make you stay
If only I could turn back time
If only I could make you mine
If only I could just believe
If only it was just you and me
If only I could tell her why
If only I could see her eyes
If only I could dry her tears
If only I could destroy her fears
If only I could tell her how I truly feel
If only she'd notice this is real
If only I didnt feel this wretched sting
If only I could tell her all these things
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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