His footsteps
an echo chamber
on cobblestones
Ruminative walking -
shoulders are slumped
Bruise, wounds and lacerations
coagulated blood
Sour mouth ...bile
- or vomit ?
Pebbles splash
smashes the streets lampshade
Convincing morbid trance
The vein pulsates-
on the outside of the skin
No antidote
Signal flashes; red
Glowing grey exhaust smoke
Hidden, destroyed
shadows ...
The night train
passed the stop
He is gone
To Taste, Trenchant Flavor Of Her Soft Kiss
To taste, trenchant flavor of her soft kiss,
Under night skies' munificent moon rays,
Arcadian smile, touch I now so miss,
Her guileless wit, stirring soul to this day.
To touch yet again, lush lips so divine,
Feel her deep warmth that this soul still invades,
To remember waking, to dawns so fine,
Absent embarrassing human charades.
To hold her heart, as if sweet Life it gave,
Its beauty, her amatory appeals,
Gifts of Love's Truth, did this wayward soul save,
From sclerotic heart, that too oft Life kills.
To think ruminative thoughts and agree.
Such an angel was far too good for me.
Robert J. Lindley, 12-08-2019
Romanticism, ( A Blessing, Lost In Folly Of My Wayward Youth )
Infinite Love Slumberous Soul
~
Over the hill and far away my luculent love sustains yet another day
Thru valleys and mountain peaks my soul surrenders as heaven speaks
In Cupids arch and botanical bouquet, a ruminative rose begins to decay
Above landscapes and cradle creeks my spirit searches the love it seeks
~
In its punitive plunge of raging rivers, my love dries its tears as it shivers
Thru rapturous realms unseen my heart seduced by the quixotic Queen
In love, one receives the other delivers like the magic of smoke and mirrors
Within the jealous jaded green of wrenches in the marauding machine
~
Thus amidst the suffering sorrows, your love silently steals and borrows
Into the echoing eyes of sleep dimensioning dreams that soundly seep
With zestful zeroes, not even a zillion will protect me from falling arrows
For when the ambient angels weep my love is within the abyss of deep.
...theme/Over the hill and far away...
May.21.2018
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Eyes like cynthia's brow
starin beyond the cloud
in a ruminative refine gaze
indelliblely staring skyward
the men of the shadow deviced it
like a rustling of a dry leaf
He has rustled up,
and cross the rubicon....
Man is now cruel..
Man is bestial and blustery
Man is now a canal beast..
O why ar you so cruel?
Even to the unguilty
Yes! He was not a hood
you take even the unguilty
when ravening like a wild beast...
For who to take next
In this gloomy world...
THE DARK MEN
Eyes like cynthia's brow
staring beyond the sky
In a ruminative refined temper
In an everlasting trance.
The men of the dark devised it
They devised the devilry journey
Like the rustling of a dry leaf
He has rustled up,
And crossed the rubicon, and ingress to
The world of inexorable tranquility
Man is now terrific
Man is bestial and blustery
Man has turned into a canal beast
O why is it so cruel
Even to the innocent?
Yes! He was not a hood
They take even the innocent away
When ravening who
To take next in this gloomy
World
Like a savage dog in
the mist of vivacious kids,
it has been in my heart,
Since he traveled to the great beyond.
The today of tomorrow have been wracked
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