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It was with immense fortitude that he endured the pain.
His back was arched and head rose as he strode down the thoroughfare.
No one need know what lurked behind his eyes.
Although in all honesty he wanted someone to know what lay behind his eyes.
He composed his mind determined to ride this one out,
“Ok…I’m fine…I’m fine…there’s nothing wrong” he kept saying as if it were a mantra.
A few minutes passed. Finally, the steely gaze was drawn across his face.
His lip no longer quivered.
His heart no longer tightened.
For now, he was a detached dispassionate walking skeleton, nothing to call human here!
Even the sight of a mangled kitten wouldn’t render a response.
My manners are now controlling my passion; they are forever in my debt.
Like Wellington, I’m going to have to grin and bear it!
Throw my deepest love into a raging, scorching inferno, as it will only get in the way of my duty!
I shall never succumb to societies miss giving’s. Never shall I spew forth my sensibilities to the stranger in the street. My convictions are too honest to cheapen that.
A friend, however, has the misfortune or privilege to walk among my thoughts.
I know that we will walk hand in hand into Daedalus’ Labyrinth, a Minotaur at every corner. Never knowing if we shall return. Nonetheless we do it together.
Judgement is never passed. A grimace expression will never rise from your face.
Only in your presence can I remove the mask.
Only in your presence can I let my lip tremble.
Only in your presence can I let my heart feel the despair.
Be that as it may, once I leave the comforts of your abode I shall once again display the stiff upper lip.
By Michael Mearns
Copyright ©Michael Mearns
hot liquid love,
pouring down from the skies,
splashing into your gorgeous, star speckled eyes,
my heart blows wide open,
and cries out in delight,
the light of you blinding,
so warm and so bright,
I'm a heavenly feather,
floating high, and so free,
drowning deep in your heart,
love's sweet ecstasy.
I'm floatin in a boat,
in the middle of the sea,
and I've got my trusty fishing rod with me.
I'm trolling for love,
sweet, soft and demure,
so I cast our my line,
and my heart is the lure.
come on precious mermaid,
come hither sweet girl,
hop into my boat,
and lets give it a whirl,
with our wing tips igniting,
and our eyes brightly glowing,
deep passion pulsating,
sweet liquid love flowing.
When I sit alone in my ice block
And I sing by hunger or cold
I think,it’s paintfull the process,
That without you I’m melting
Buckets of hot blood are licking
Thoughts as birds fly to you…
I’m the prisoner of my own love,
It fetters me and it’s flocking me
Tramelled in fer of pollar fox
I sit with my eyes on fire,so they can get
Something of the hotness of a night in an igloo
In frosted nord and solitary
I have no body,what should I look in the mirror?
Either a mirror I have.i don’t need.
I mirror and I siwm in your look
In nights with cold winds
That blow the ice in your eyes.
We hug at the end of world
And your tear,from the pain of the crock of the ice
Born,it makes a river at our feet.
The aureole is then a rainbow
We sit on the edge of the river and we fish:
Dreams,then we divide them brotherly…
In cold nights we hunt pollar foxs
We run on the horses of dreams.Star dust
Rises in the back the hoofs of horses of fire and wind
We have no words in our mouths.
We only have mouths that chew and fire
Which melt the suplimentar ices.
When we hold our hands
The lava flows on snow
And the fire slowly melts into water
The rain washes the face of the sun
The day comes hurried and when leaves
The night,with small stars
The fire starts in us.
You burn slowly in the bed which has no wood in it
When you show up in the sill of the door
Un warm smile and the eyes become
Blue ice,almost white.
The whole darkness enters to us
And turns off the vision about time.
The dawn comes more difficult
I found myself in your arms,
In sleep and in dream…
God, all the time You are,
You suffice all…
But I, with my wild stubbornness,
with hunter’s old scent,
look, in myself, for the lack-of-You:
I’d like to see –
in this body, this soul –
where You are not and what just does lack You,
as I am so sad
that, like a path of a cloudy pass,
am untrustworthy for my own folks…
I feel how,
from the moss-grown nothingness of the lack-of-You,
the dead insect of my daydream
with its dusty wings…
From the threshold of the nonexistence
there glitter my great lacks-of-You…
Again, again, from thawed-out snow,
fresh grass covers greenly fields and mountains;
Again, again, from summertime,
white winter dwellings
are filled with yellow-breasted chicken…
O God, in vain You’re searched in skies –
You are my Earth,
my old Country Seat…
Countless times I have stepped on You
to cleanse myself…
Let's wait for the sunset one summer's day
down by the river where I always liked to play
we can kick off our shoes and bury our feet in the sand
come on please be my sweet river man
We can call the wild geese up with a little dab of feed
or jump in the water a little too deep
in that old Red River we can laugh and sing
take me by the hand, make that leap
Write our names in a heart in the sand
you can be my sweet river man
and I'll be your sweet lady river friend
we can hold on for life and scare the catfish twice
anything’s possible that time of day
my white sundress is a little bit dirty
from that red water that always stays so murky
I wouldn't want to be any other place
than down by the river where I always liked to play
and when the moon comes out tonight
and the stars shine bright
your sweet river lady
is going to sing to her sweet river man under the moonlight
watch those stars shooting in the dark as you hold me tight
until we see the sun start to rise
yeah down on the river where I always liked to play
nothing’s changed much since I was just a babe
but now I share with my sweet river man, my favorite place to play
Fingers crossed spread wide open
my brain is in pain/ a gift so pure
baby rhymes crawl backwards in
stains/ wrapped repertoires come in
venomous rap pains/ chemical
messengers ship signals from one
cell to mythical metaphoric chains /
It’s the birth of new chapters/
Hormones walk tall through walls
when summer reveals winter’s
offspring lyrical babies captured/
Guilty are biters cheaters pledging
the word spread of poetic
descendents/ dippers snap when dirt
is packed overflowing flows the
nation is watching the sexiest figures
of speech/ push push push harder
the rupture of the membrane
dropped long before the poem
started/ push push push harder with
no worries sleepy awesome tongues
lay low on Africa’s bosom/ little
cough drop poems the bladder
carries only few graceful mothers/
the birth of my poems
Thus thou be kind to let me be
This heart explodes if not said to thee
Words spoken as true as love
By Jove! Ye art sent from up above
Those sweet smiles that make thy world go round and round
Just one night thine heart was not found
Because la belle dame named
Just took it on her arm
Oh I think I have gone mad
To pursue that love I never had
‘Cause I know we art two worlds away
How I wish I could longer stay
Though it may this heart ever throb
But I admit there is a locked doorknob
I can’t enter, stay outside
At that very moment I could have died
I will dream tonight f that very key
And dwell in the world of hyperreality
So that I can subtly see
The thoughts of being together; you and me
I smiled, I tried,
I rose,I learned,
I planned, I worked,
I dreamed, I achieved,
Life seems wonderful.
I lost, I fell,
I cried,I broke
I have everything , but i got nothing
Still life seems so wonderful :)
You speak in a circus of symbols.
Perfection's presentation, alluring with the fact.
Mystery of minds, riddles set to toil in rhythm...
Yes, that's what you are.
You bare diversity, and lustful lore within your smile.
The sincerity of the captured moment adorns you when you laugh,
crinkle up your nose, and proclaim~ you're stoned.
Your quizzical genius is worn upon your brow.
The type that has to season to exist,
yet has been painted on your sculptured face since the age of innocents.
You are my timeless prodigy...
Yes, that's what you are.
You are clothed in sleeves of music above your most sacred instruments, my most sacred
intruments~ your hands.
Your hands, O' how I could spend eternity kissing them without compromise.
For they create your love-craft, feeding the paper in verse and also creating my pleasures
Ah, your wine scented kisses.
Ever so softly they call to explore my wanton lips.
Tracing, tasting, devouring in feathered licks.
They too create lyric, lyric which sketches your script upon my skin.
The lyric which whispers through the trees and dances on the highest summit of open
The lyric which sways on the reflection of untamed waters.
The lyric which engulfs the illumination of a full phased moon,
and plays in the honey warmth of the sun.
Yes, this is the lyrics written within your kiss...
Yes, that's what you are.
The echo of your voice entwines the patterns of my thoughts,
weaving an eminent design when you are absent.
The air of your accent charms my perception when you recite to me.
O' sing me your symbols each eve before I dream, dreams of you in purest colors.
A spiritual child, you hold my hand to pray to the Master.
A peaceful dove whom will not cower, when against the wrath of darkness.
A singer of songs.
A creator of dreams.
The madman of my amorous tale.
You touch and taste me in poetry.
You obey my senses and bathe in my 'churchild' serenity.
You are my lover, of love.
You follow me to only be lost within my sanctuary of solitude.
You are the promise of our spiritual breeze, to gently exhale on summer's last wishing flower,
You are the gatekeeper of my heart's door, that opens the secrets of my spirit.
The true possessor of the mastered verse.
You are my autumn eyes, which blooms a rose eternal.
Forever, I shall feel the imprinted reason of your breath upon my flesh,
and when you whisper your vows to me~ words linger...
Yes, that's what you are.