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Lonely Cigarette

Lonely Cigarette
I sat smoking my lonely cigarette;
Sat recalling the sublime memories we had.
We had splendid times; bittersweet emotions lingered within your silhouette.
You were tender to me and I grew fond and clad.
Your serendipity overtook me.
A vast ocean lies between us; the Atlantic.
Your soul is beautiful; young and bright; wild and free.
Mine is troubled. Lonesome. Ever so frantic.
Take your aim. Shoot. And slay my demons.
The cigarette I consume draws insidious smoke.
Unsure, I am, if my eyes tear from burning fumes or from sorrow’s lens.
Dance. Float. Melt. In your seduction make me soak.
Reassure me that you will never leave; never say goodbye.
Sway me nightly and sing me sweet love’s lullaby.

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Mother

Mother
Oh Mother, why have you left me on the shores of lonesomeness?
Without you, I amount to nothing.
I miss you, and I miss your bosom’s tenderness.
You protected, you fed, and you were my closest peer.
When I became ill, you healed.
When I crumbled in hopelessness, you stood behind as firm backbone,
For strong you are and steady; I lingered within your fortress, behind your shield.
Forever protective; as a watchful knight that has been sworn.
Seldom, I am strong, without your wholesome feminism.
Oh Mother, I dearly miss your divine presence.
Love you; I do, with undoubted truism.
My heart, you comfort; forever, I feel your essence.
You complete me in every way.
Regardless of age, in your warmth I stay.

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A Lover's Regret

A Lover’s Regret
Never appreciated you, I did, until you were gone. 
You gave me all and I gave you nothing. 
I long for you, like a troubled soul longs for dawn. 
I do not deserve the holy essence of your being. 

You were patient and forgiving, loving and tender; 
I long for a glance into your beautiful black eyes. 
Always generous and warm, you were; never a pretender. 
A week is all we had; never enough; bittersweet goodbyes. 

I long for a kiss from your sweet lips. 
You make me want to be a better man. 
I long for your slender waist to hold, which floats and dips. 
All I need is to be with you, so meticulously, I dwell and plan.  

All I need is one more chance. 
I will undo my wrongs and honor our timeless romance.

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Sinful Curves

Sinful Curves
 
Sway and twirl thy shape and show me thy curves.
Tilt thy neck, and unfold thy whimsical golden locks.
The sensations thou leave, erect mine wicked dull nerves.
Spin and twirl in a seductive manner; a sight unorthodox.
Reveal to me thine firm and luscious breasts.
Uncover thy splendidly carved legs.
Show thine slim and wholesome waist which tests
Mine craving ego; it humbly begs.
For thee, I befall unto mine pleading knees.
My hugging groin chases thy round and voluptuous behind.
A golden fox you are; a sinful disease.
The sight of you undoes sane men’s wicked pasts; baffles their mimicking mind.
Thou hast left me breathless on the shores of dismay.
For thy sight, I am forever fulfilled, forever gay.

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Fair Game

Fair Game
I am The All-Mighty, The Ever-Exalted, The Supremely-Eternal.
To me belongeth the universes, the heavens, the earths, what dwells in-between.
Jinn and Men, I have created, for a sole purpose; duties internal and external.
Worship, glorify, bow, and prostrate before me, but no other; ever-more-pristine.
Revere the sacred books, honor the apostles; believe in the seen and the unseen.
Affirm mine angels, and in destiny, favored and ill-favored, thou must believe.
Be certain of a day, in which the wicked and faithful, their fair dues, shall receive.

I am able to resurrect what lies beneath the grave;
From your first to last, I am able, with but a single word:
“Come unto me!” I say, on an hour that draws near and close; knowledge I save
 Into a book that none has touched nor heard.
On a day, unveiled shrewd eyes fear a book of deeds; sorrowful eyes deterred.
Bring unto me the ones that said, “Such a day may never come to lapse,”
And, “It is but one life.” Behold! Unto them comes a day where all shall collapse!

Set before me the ones that claimed, “Three are one” and “One is three.”
I am The One and The Only; I never did beget, nor am I begotten.
Such speech is but idolatry; false lies; ancient myths of your fathers told unto thee.
Christ was but a humble man, out of the devout Virgin’s womb; another miracle
Unto the tribe of Moses, yet they denied in conceit, claiming him a false spectacle.
They neither crucified, nor killed him, and his return marks the Hour;
And for the arrogant and blind-hearted the mere sight of him is ever-sour.

Gather unto me the wicked, the deceitful, and the hypocritical saints and scholars,
That altered my word for mere worldly profit and lame saintly pedestals.
Grudge forth the ones who sinfully distorted my holy verses for miserly dollars.
They chased after a counterfeited paradise, of gaudy looms and deafening lulls.
Lamenting fools curse disdainful saints on a mournful day like fiendish gulls,
The Sovereign inquired the Fire, “Art thou filled?” but, she hungered for more.
Behold a day in which the wicked begs, “Mayest I go back to settle mine score?”

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A Proposal

A Proposal
Thou hast been there for me through the thick and thin.
Thou hast been there with me through the bitter and sweet.
I hold thee dear to my heart, where thou linger’st deep within.
I hold thee high, in the highest of pedestals; an honor without conceit.
Thou hast taken me into thy deep organs and nourished
Mine aching confidence and troubled soul.
Thou hast been patient, compassionate, and thou kindly furnish’d
The landscapes of euphoria to sooth mine null and void hole.
I shalt overcome mine dreary fears and become thine gleaming knight
I shalt repay thine kindness with twinned happiness;
I bestow one upon thine cheerful smile and one to fortune ever-so-bright.
Even if I give the treasures of this world, I still cannot redeem thine kindness.
With this literature, I present my love, and ask thee to be my lovely wedded wife.
And we shalt live happily-ever-after; a life without strife.

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Autumn Rosebud

Autumn Rosebud; a ballad


Where art thou, mine dear Rosebud? 
Thou art dearly missed within mine heart. 
Thy tears I beg thee not to shed to forlorn 
Mine departure, for we shalt never come apart. 


Thine pages unfold to a new start. 
I mourn thy brilliant blue orbs that art beyond doubtful fathom, 
And I mourn thy red lips drawn with timeless art. 
A sign; I need thee to reveal thy blissful blossom. 


Our organs therein shalt never depart. 
I hold thee deep within mine timeless autumn; 
For eternity I cherish thee, never to part. 
You remain blessed; betrothed, we shalt be within mine nameless sanctum.

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Dear Sweet Ginger

Dear Sweet Ginger

To the Fair Maiden that lived nearby:

Dear Sweet Ginger, where are you?
Dear Sweet Ginger, of cheeks of dew.

Dear Sweet Ginger, of curls of red.
Dear Sweet Ginger, none with you contend.

Dear Sweet Ginger, won’t you come near?
Dear Sweet Ginger, have you no fear,   

Of the wicked, of the jealous, and the spiteful,
For I unto you, am ever-vigilant, ever-watchful.

Dear Sweet Ginger, of full drawn lips.
Dear Sweet Ginger, won’t you give me a shy kiss?

Dear Sweet lady, with an aura so complex;
Sovereign, you set beauty’s lex.

Come unto me, near and close.
A phantasmal woman, you are; I shall propose.

Dear Sweet Ginger, won’t you remain here forever?
Dear Sweet Red, Sweet love, I leave you, will never.

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Alchemy

Alchemy
All that gathers are dreams and lust. 
Yet we both recollect to dust. 
Snarls and entrapments our enemies conceive. 
Smiles and smirks; they all deceive. 

Come onto me and never betray. 
Speedily swift and never delay. 
The long-lasting love, hidden is, within fortresses. 
Seekers we are, dwelling within whimsical wildernesses. 

Trust me, do you? Do you have faith? 
I will never disappoint. Promise, I do; in comfort we bathe.
The doubters say we live an enchantment.
They criticize and condemn the lovers’ entailment. 
  
Fly and soar we will.
Laugh and cry upon happiness’s hill.
Live and die together we shall,
Because you’re my only love and truest pal.

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Melancholy May

Melancholy May

You left me standing on a melancholy May;
Left me with nothing but scathing words to say;
You never painted the frescos of true love;
Never a tender kiss; nothing but dredge and shove.
 
You wore the mask of deceit for all ten years;
And gullible, I was, with nothing but foolish cheers.
Nothing but a sinuous reptile, you are;
With sinister poison that left my heart ajar.
 
Your pride and arrogance blinded you
Into seeing fulsome glamor and selfish hue;
Nothing but a flawless statue of yourself, you see;
Call it a hypocrite’s déjà vu or misconstrued glee.
 
You cruel creature; my love for you was in vain;
Towards you, I hold nothing but disdain;
And now I grieve upon my crimson past;
Disheartened and broken, the memory of you, I cast.