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A Kiss
They tell of the kiss in songs to sing and in the poems that rhyme.
It has the power to break a heart or heal a troubled mind.
It is purest in a morning greeting or at the end of a perfect day.
Can anything be better at a sad time, when you see a friend away?
I have seen the rays of the sun, as they kiss the morning dew.
The darkness as it fades away, kissed by a sky of blue.
There is a kiss for a champion, for a race he has won.
Even a kiss for the one who lost, for the race well run.
There is a kiss for Auld Lang Syne the end of another year.
A kiss for a little child, to quite a night-time fear.
There is a kiss of betrayal, told in ancient times.
A kiss that turned a frog to a prince, heard in a nursery rhyme.
So, as I think about it, A kiss can be the best,
But, there can be a danger, there's also the kiss of death.
In the garden where the shadows creep,
there blooms a rose where death runs deep.
Velvet petals, midnight black,
kiss its thorns—you won’t come back.
It lures you in, it pulls you close,
whispers secrets no one knows.
Dripping poison, scent so sweet,
once you touch it, you’re complete...
Black rose, black rose,
growing where the cold wind blows.
Beauty hiding blood and sin,
once you take it, you let it in.
Black rose, black rose,
death is tangled in its prose.
It marks your soul, it seals your fate,
love or curse--it’s much too late.
A lover’s gift, a final breath,
wrapped in lace, a kiss of death.
Dark enchantment, silken lies,
blooming deep behind your eyes.
It lures you in, it pulls you close,
whispers secrets no one knows.
Dripping poison, scent so sweet,
once you taste it, you’re complete...
Black rose, black rose,
growing where the cold wind blows.
Beauty hiding blood and sin,
once you take it, you let it in.
Black rose, black rose,
death is tangled in its prose.
It marks your soul, it seals your fate,
love or curse--it’s much too late.
The thorns have wrapped around your veins,
your heart now beats in wicked chains.
No way out, no last goodbyes,
you’re buried where the black rose lies...
Black rose… black rose…
No one leaves once the garden grows…
Follow me and you'll go insane i'm only here to cause
you pain tear your world in two make u feel nothing but
tears of pain come follow me and you'll feel my pain
cause loving me will kill you sure as rain shatter your
heart torture your soul if you follow me where ever i go
pain sorrow an sadness is all you will ever know take
my hand if you wish to go ill take you there faster than
you'll ever know my kiss is like the kiss of death touch
me and you'll lose your breath i'm poison till my last
dyeing breath
Form:
I’ve loved you since the dawn of our days;
I’ve prayed you’ve never go away;
But in an instant, my heart wasn’t spared;
As I saw your spirit lift onto the air…
MY LOVE FOR YOU FROM THE DAWNING DAYS--
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Passing by my reality missed;
The sudden bliss.. My abandonment;
None atoned with this much lost;
I hold onto your beating heart;
MY LOVE FOR YOU FROM THE DAWNING DAYS--
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I love your though you’re gone;
I keep reminding myself I’m alone;
Yet in Christ I have resolved;
My days too are numbered;
MY LOVE FOR YOU FROM THE DAWNING DAYS--
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Passing by my reality blessed;
The sudden kiss of death, not I greet;
When in my passing too I’ll shine;
To be in the arms of God;
MY LOVE FOR YOU FROM THE DAWNING DAYS--
PRAISE the LORD;
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
Written for project North Omaha Writer’s Group assignment 2019©
Daylight fades, as day is done
A city pulsates out of breath
Headlights duel upon the streets
and I am like the kiss of death
to those who scurry home to eat
They pass me by, on rapid feet
heading to some cozy nest
And I must seek a place to rest
People in the crosswalk pass
with eyes that look the other way
and will not meet my own
They have important things to do
A class to take, a call to make
a meal to cook, a TV show or two
Like squirrels they scatter here and there
It seems the world is on a run
Shrill trumpets of a gale force wind
rattle doors I can't go in
Old news print flies into my face
I hardly feel each new disgrace
I swat away, and brace for more
distrust they have embraced
They see me with such wary eyes
If only they could see my heart
Not long ago I had a dream
A part of something good, it seemed.
I had a life, I had a home
Until it fell apart......
And hard times I have known
By circumstance the fates could be
me who hurries home to see
a family waiting, a table spread
a place to rest my weary head.
Oh, is it just too much to ask
Please look at me, just one true glance
and see that I am just like you
Someone that you used to know
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Three-Fold Search
I walked the earth in search of God,
Explored a thousand different creeds.
But found him in the furrowed sod,
A babbling brook and a fresh-sown seed.
For faith I searched with brain and breath.
Through mighty volumes part by part;
But at the gentle kiss of death.
I found it in my heart.
I searched for truth and heard his voice.
Across the span of time and space;
Christ seemed so near, and yet so far;
There in the night I saw his face.
His richness and beauty unmatched are,
And peerless is his love.
For in his palm I saw a scar.
Above his head a Dove.
My real friends are people I will never meet
they are my tribe, my joy, my enthusiastic followers
I have no idea their ages, height, or weight
Here are things I do know about them
One of them likes to use high-falluting big words
words I am not going to bother to look up
One of them is always selling something
Wants me to buy this, that, and the other
I put her on my ignore list after she got overly zealous about it
There is a guy who wanted to know if I have a daughter
I have three of them, but they like choosing their own fellows
He is a nice guy, but the approval of mama is the kiss of death for a man
My real friends are people with whom I share my hopes and dreams
They know more about me than my own family
But probably not my dogs
It felt like I was actually diving into the abysses
Touges start rolling, but it was my actual first kiss
A feeling when every limb in your body goe’s weak
Up until then it was nothing but a peck on the cheek
And she asked why I was shaking, what's wrong
Still now I wonder why I was waiting for that long
Because I never knew of anything so bliss or rife
That first kiss brought in me a new lease of life
And what I felt was a shiver, was a feeling of rejoice
And you could hear the quiver that was in my voice
At first it was freighting, not knowing what to expect
But too it was exciting when to sets of lips connect
A guy who meets this girl and gets lost in thy embrace
A syh,and a murmur her mouth soft and sweet the taste
Our heads moving right to left, stroking each others hair
A loss of breath, but I don't ever want to come up for air
And it's something I still miss, you know when she left me
Has to be better than the kiss of death, just like poison ivy
Mesmerizing, no one before has ever felt quit the same
Satisfying ,maybe she was familiar with the kissing game
I KIND OF LEFT THIS TILL THE LAST MINITE SO PROBABLY
NOT A GREAT DEAL OF THOUGHT OR THOUGH I DID TRY
TO DELVE DEEP IN TO THIS TO CAPTURE THAT ELEMENT
THIS FOR THE POET DESTROYERS CONTEST THE KISSING GAME
WRITTEN AUGUST 2012...................
p.s use'd your title at end as could not find words to finish
but thought also it would be a nice homage to your self
x david scott this is actually based on a true event
back in february i1998 which Ive probably mentioned
about her in other poems ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Yesterday, I soared with the wind
Today, death and I dance entwined in a slow waltz
Somber mood as bright lights shine above
Wagner in the background of semi-consciousness
Looking up at tubes, needles, wires and the reaper
Faces staring down, heads shaking in doubtful sadness
Onwards we roll, battle of the bacterium
Ensuring, I, wake only in hazy delirium
I reach out into emptiness
Grasping for the significance of it all
Falling into an existential black hole
Loveless, alone, is this to be my last stroll
Illusions and dreams creeping back into my soul
Hearing songbirds, will life have another go?
The winds roar once more inside my head
I stand up, with a smile, I am alive! Not dead!
Life has infected me with a fresh kiss
In the heart of the night, under the leaden and weeping sky,
amidst the twisted shadows of our thoughts,
we let ourselves be carried by a cold wind, cold as a kiss of death,
falling into the abyss of our hidden fears,
that chain our souls with shackles of cowardice,
a silent disease that makes us see terrifying illusions,
strange and alive, like ghosts.
We are the ones who hold ourselves back,
locked in cages of fleeting names and identities,
too scared to move, too timid to live,
like wooden puppets controlled by invisible strings,
puppeteers hidden in the shadows, manipulating our amygdala,
that small, almond-shaped portion,
the oldest part of our brain,
the ancient organ that detects and organizes responses to fear,
a stone guardian in the midst of the storm.
They do it intentionally, with movies and laws, with TV programs and schools,
with justice and lies,
a grotesque spectacle staged just to maintain control over us,
and we, like hypnotized spectators,
find in this a bitter sadness,
a dark part that laughs in our faces,
a macabre irony that watches us with empty, cold eyes.
I lose myself in this labyrinth of melancholy,
as my thoughts flow like a river of ink,
writing on the unseen pages of the night,
seeking an exit, an escape from this captivity of fear,
but I always return to the same point,
a vicious circle that swallows me, and my amygdala,
that old and weary organ, flinches at every noise,
at every shadow, like a frightened animal before a predator.
We cling to dreams like colorful balloons,
hoping they will lift us above this realm of shadows and illusions,
but we are too heavy, too anchored in fear,
and the balloons burst one by one,
letting us fall back into the darkness,
in this theater of pain and fear,
where we are so small, so lost.
In the end, only we and our fears remain,
dancing a sad waltz under the pale light of the moon,
enveloped in melancholy, seeking answers in the silence of the night,
but finding only the echoes of our own fears,
like whispered voices in the dark depths of our souls.