if my soul ever wept like a rose
drunk on thornless scents ...
would you, O love ,
trace the lips of time ,
glazed with passionate patterns
of poison and starlight?
untying the rubies of romance ,
sleepless, infatuated ... with the flame
of your pensive pixie-fire ...
I long for you, to pulsate in lush lilac
as the sunset bleeds in your tattoos
dressed with tequila temptations,
read me ~ like a poem ~ laid bare
as I unfurl softly, a luna-pearl ...
lovesick .. in liquid pink lustre ,
dreaming of dulcet demons
in the kiss
left by leafy fingertips
of tie-dyed july ~
on my waning heart ...
Let me
Off of this ship that is tossing me
Violently
Eyes are not serving me
Still I look longingly
I just want someone to
Calm this commotion and
Kill this emotion. I'm lovesick.
The days are drear, the days are long
the nights are silent without song,
my heart, my love, knows only fear~
the days are long, the days are drear.
The quest was yours right from the start
my love knows only fear, my heart
still beats for you above all cures,
right from the start the quest was yours.
My heart is lovesick, but it's true
above all cures still beats for you,
they say you're dead, a simple trick
but it's true my heart is lovesick.
They try to get inside my head,
a simple trick they say you're dead,
I won't be caught within their net~
inside my head they try to get.
I'm mortal sick, my life is naught,
within their net I won't be caught,
beyond the veil we'll meet uptick~
my life is naught, I'm mortal sick!
This is a call to all sufferers
hanging themselves in their own arms
apart from the one they desire
tired of nights sleeping alone
restless in grave prisons of the
place they would rather be,
whispering wishes and psalms to the
silence of walls that will never speak.
Seeking out their most beloved unknowns
that which they do not know outside of sleep,
the reason for their itch to stay in bed
for its ease to dream and play on nocturnal grounds
away from emptiness of waking
when time is occupied by working and despair and drinking.
An escape to care and to be cared for unconditionally
from the depths of a majestic heart,
that reciprocates the true yearning
between two divine animals
to frolic and escape the solitude
of the malnourished zoo of the world.
I had suddenly become oh so violently ill
Through the days in which you made my own longing heart stand still.
I have to ensure I do not lose control, by taking this pill.
When dealing with a love-sick fool
One must be strict and must be strong
And follow this one simple rule
Don't let them be a hanger-on
One must be strict and must be strong
To bring such foolishness to end
And a new love then to begin
And follow this one simple rule
Say, "no", I know it's hard to do
But all else just would not be true
Don't let them be a hanger-on
You must just say a quick good-bye
No matter how I beg or cry
Fire and sparks that you gave me,
You gave me through your touch.
Not the body but the soul,
Made me feel like I was in a musical.
Dancing around in a golden dress,
Along with singing cups.
Even huge cold corridor,
Makes me feel like I m in a delusion.
From wolves to singing forks,
From a library to a dying rose.
No one can have a love story like
a beauty and a beast proposed.
Will you be mine if
You don't mind, I'm sick for
love, will it ever end?
Symphony
I can't help but talk to you
I'd just love to walk with you
I'm fixed and I'm broken
I dream while I'm woken
There's no place I'd rather be
My heart strings; a symphony
If only you'd sing to me
Those words only spoken
It's magical fantasy
Too hard for this man to see
What's clearly in view
It's shiney, still new
My life was a mess to see
The cards turn; it's destiny
No heartburn or stress to me
The treatment is you.
Jinjagoliath
20th June 2023
full my ceaseless soul clasp each beat
once more to seek one last chance to greet
2/27/2023
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A lovesick poke took his guitar
to find his true love at the bars.
When her beau heard the tune,
he went over the moon,
crashed to earth, and saw lots of stars.
She told me to write about love…
…fine.
…
I gave up on you.
I gave up on your testaments.
I gave up on the way you said to hold on tight.
You told me you would hold me like you used to.
You told me you would scold me like you used to.
Because I liked your attitude,
Allegedly.
…
I would be taken aback
When the sunflowers finally
Noticed the rhythm in my strut
When Mondays would pass by without a suicidal teardrop
But still I
Gave up on
The endlessness
Of you
Striking these vindicated ivories
To a song you didn’t want to hear
You left me unspoken
An empty chorus.
Until I grabbed my pen…
…to become the composer of my tomorrows.
Without you.
The Unnecessary.
©Tacito
Feelings of heart, emotions of eyes.
Wanderings of mind, expectations of ears.
Days are passing, but love is waiting…
Ears are waiting, to hear some soothing…
Distance increased; affection decreased.
Existence questioned; imagination erased.
Are you there? Hearts corner felt empty.
Where you went? Eyes are dry and wifty.
Music gave peace and happiness once.
Attic of mind filled with romance those days.
Dreams were full of love and warmth!
Hugs and cuddles made life complete…
Wondering how long I must wait!
Assuming this wait will be short.
Restore the life with passion and love…
Before the mind go crazy and mismove…
14/05/2020
"Lovesick"
Dreamt it but never built it .
Saw it but never caught it.
Knew it but never met it .
It's the anemathized Boomerang, it never returns when thrown.
On my knees begging just to be held by your voluptuous red nail polish arms.
Tired of consoling myself , l believe but never experienced the miracle,
Perhaps l am too gullable to realise the cure for my sickness.
My life is not the same
since my true love has gone
now i live as an outsider
my life is not the same
i am now weak not a fighter
so tell me how can i hang on ?
my life is not the same
since my true love has gone
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