Grieves the dirt beneath the leaves,
Leaves of smoke the forest grieves.
Dark the ash on iron bark,
Bark the shadows in the dark.
Bone, whispers the wind against the stone,
Stone the earth that strips the bone.
Deep the branches sink to sleep,
Sleep the silence buried deep.
Many words and many burdens to fathom
when the head is locked and full of aching blood,
The world is before us, we have not seen all her ores
Though they lie near they are nothingness for our eyes
less weighty than dust
Flesh is as steel after the kindness of the heat
from the darkness of the unseen
"May, queen of blossoms, and fulfilling flowers, what pretty music shall we charm the hours?" - Lord Edward Thurlow
Love me like an aching rose of May.
Undress the music beneath petals,
while my soul sips musky dews
of lilac dreams and velvet breeze,
sensing your scent upon my skin;
for I taste the unspoken want
in the hieroglyphics of your heart
as I turn to the lyrics of spring.
O moonlight, stay with me, I crave you,
like breathless flowers thirsting for rain...
Aching Hearts Shall Lay
Just burning with much dismay
Why doesn't it go my way
Filled with trepidation
(not amalgam)
paid a visit to the nearest sadist
he who thrills
to the sound of drills
and not the first
on my Christmas list
(DDS Jack Flash)
as for him it's all gas gas gas
but with an aching tooth
(forsooth and alas)
what else was one to do
but turn the other cheek
in the hope I would pull through
and while seated there in the chair
(to extract a page from his book
Weapons of Mass Dentistry)
with WMD in my north and south
I repeated into thin air
'Dentists all look down in the mouth!'
My lower back seems out of wack.
Sciaticas got it off track.
Dropping some weight.
Should surely be great.
For this issue I need to attack.
My legs recently have not been so carefree.
I am no longer strong like a tree;
my doctor said, "You have to rest from dancing, Dear.
You have a tear- oh, just for a while - to my tips you must adhere."
With hope, I began slow walking everyday,
but sometimes- I do let my hips sway.
I know it will be a long bitter fight -
with throbbing pain at night.
But walking with my friend each day is filling me with glee.
I feel that with work that I will be dancing again happy and free.
The dawn is here,
Lighting up the sky
And the birds are chirping
But my heart's in deep slumber.
The Sun has kissed the earth
Embraced its warmth-glow,
But my heart is cold
Because thou're not here dear.
Aching absence of love
The stab is real
The wound is deep,
The pain, immense
But there's no remedy.
Thou shall be my balm,
Pass through my parched land,
To soothe the pain within,
And I'll be quenched,
Like a fountain.
I Surrender to The Desires of Primal Fire
Penning Words That Have not Yet Been Created
Shuddered By Mocked Phantom Elevations
Rendered Unsated!
Deepened Sense of Tangled Feelings
The Weight of My Dignity
Naked Vulnerabilities Inked
Beyond Intoxicating.
Unyielding Control Demolished by a Dreamy Kiss
Promised Passion Blooms and Ignites
Radiating Fantasized Hope
Breaking Barriers of Destined Bliss!
She brewed it slow,
the thistle steeped—
a greyish brown
in porcelain grace.
Each sip, a sting—
a bitter bloom,
but she smiled,
claiming peace.
At first, a wince,
then less, then none—
until the taste
was home enough.
No sugar added,
no honey balm,
just thorn and grass
and quiet aches.
“How did she bear?”
they often ask.
“It’s the way I like it,”
she often says.
But bitterness
never just begins—
it’s learned,
one sip a day.
Until bitterness
becomes a friend,
and even the sting—
a kind of warmth.
Your recent reveal was a sad steal
of all I knew.
My memory now bleeds severely
making days blue.
My world shattered and scattered
across the floor.
Something dying is out loud crying
aching and sore.
Your truth so grilling it is piercing
the past I saw.
Now that I am bruised by your news
I am plain raw.
Feeling a fragile head from words said
I’m torn apart.
No light to lend so darkness will bend
and ease my heart.
I will long mourn this unwanted thorn
that makes me cry.
I must ride the storm then wake some morn
with my eyes dry.
I need healing so I am willing
to see tears gone.
Accepting plight to put thoughts aright
I must play strong.
I accept what I cannot reject
for I love you.
Not knowing truth would alter my youth
your story flew.
Nothing to gain by showing my pain
so I hushed true.
Explanation of revelation
will not ease me.
You had a need to stop your own bleed
to set hurt free.
Never will you meet the strain of pain
for me, not thee.
I touched the sky, left the land
Dwindling in the galaxy, I felt your hand.
The Perseus sparkling through my eyes
The twilight fading between my cries.
Your hand helped me climb to my throne
Ornately beautiful, a kind of its own!
The clock turned by , my sorrows withered
The throne was my crown, your hand was my tether.
The glorious days passed, passed through my breathing agony
The Crown had started rusting, I heard some cacophony.
Your grip was getting stronger, my worries piled up
I wanted to let you go, the courage I could never muster.
My Thrown destroyed, my crown burnt
I am left with a heart ache, a morbid hunt.
Your hand has held me tighter since, I feel an urge
To hold it through my heart, but my tears put me on a searing verge.
I need some time, I need my guilt to seep through
But I cannot afford to lose your grip; Yes , It’s true!
I cannot leave your hand , you feel so close
But my past glory keeps questioning my roads.
I want to walk with you and not leap to the sky
I want to touch the land again, please help me try.
Many times, I been wounded in life
But you have never seen me sad
I'll always cover it up with a smile
Many people ask me if I don't get hurt
I said it's hurt, but why stay sad
I can break my heart if I will
But in the world where values so strong
I take permission not to be persuaded
Let us be weak for not too long
I need to be good not to spoil the world.
Something Aching
[About Humans Only:]
"I'll Show Them!"
They Must Too Often
Mean
With What They Do or Say.
-Gray Squirrel
04-20-2025
Last I met you last night at last.
Painful humble hearts wished to greet
each other saying ‘we will meet
again, our love will ever last.’
Our lingering urge is melting in
ebullient mutual crave.
Broken hearts try to pretend brave.
Word ‘last’ not to speak or listen.
Once promised life-long unison
How can I bid you adieu!
This night our last meet! Is it true?
Our destiny or decision?
Our last night staying together!
Not to believe, not to admit.
My amour will never permit
you to walk away forever.
You won my heart, can you forget?
Yet, not sure, as love knows no law.
As support to clutch the last straw.
You are leaving but I will wait.
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