I painted portraits of you in my heart
till' dark clouds allowed pouring rain to fall
washed away paintings hung that fell apart
to leave my heart's chamber an empty hall
my love for you held portraits that I hung
now a darker place with its vacant walls
where my love's dust becomes a wormwood dung
when love died slowly in pain-filled thralls
this chamber, this hall, now a silent place
that's shrouded by a darkness of morass
when vanished portraits left a lonely space
where doors are closed and no one may trespass
For all my painted portraits I will weep
When I find them in my dreams when I sleep
To thrive in this world through true task, you thirst both your thinker and your thralls.
Written: May 2nd, 2022
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Lost love once painted me as a blurred piece of art,
but I'd dry my teary eyes and agree to pose again
if you can promise that you'll never break my heart.
From the thralls of love, I have sworn to abstain,
although the thought leaves me filled with doubt,
but I'd dry my teary eyes and agree to pose again.
Perhaps the time has come to end love's drought,
then heartache will be nothing but a faded memory,
although the thought leaves me filled with doubt.
From misery and loneliness, I wish to be set free.
Paint a portrait of me, wearing a contented smile,
then heartache will be nothing but a faded memory.
Like 'The Mona Lisa,' portray me in da Vinci's style.
Giving love another chance, I'd bravely do for you.
Paint a portrait of me, wearing a contented smile.
Brush me as a woman but not in woeful hues of blue.
Lost love once painted me as a blurred piece of art.
Giving love another chance, I'd bravely do for you
if you can promise that you'll never break my heart.
April 8, 2022
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Reflections in the sky
Ask you to do something
No one else has done
Compassion, self-calming, democracy
All attempts for peace
Honouring our imperfections, our humanity
Tragic thralls
Have no time to learn new ways
Life is death, fear leads their way, to die of loyalty
Conflict helps us grow and change
No time to share our wisdom, our love, our kindness
Bodies bloodied red, countries souls lie dead
Yet still we dream
Of World Peace
So young, a simple one.
To my family, I am unembodied.
Like a leaf in winter snow, I am hiding, but not rotting.
I’d rather be slathered with a powerful waterfall.
Instead of pulled from my habitat, in the peak of my thralls.
upon silken sheets
her naked curves to I tempt
excitedness thralls
Written 08/02/2021
this clock on the wall, echoes through my heart's lonely walls
it laughs in seconds the pulsation of years long past
its hands stroke the circumference of my soul it thralls
it writhes against my memories in an outward cast
if only to rewind this torturous menace of time
step rearward beyond the past where you claimed my weary soul
to love you less, free my heart's chambers from this frozen clime
reclaim myself from your shadowed clutches and emerge whole
would pathways of my strides vestige less in absence of you
or become aberrated in the distance of time's beat
would my soul escape darkness and linger in brighter hues
or remain lost in the echoes of this clock's haunting bleat
October 8, 2019
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Sponsored by Silent One
Ode to the thralls of spring,
the bird’s familiar tune
the flutter of the butterflies
found frolicking at noon.
The tall trees and twisting birch,
the breeze that fills the air
Mother Nature’s peaceful tune
which makes the world aware.
Roses with their thorny brine,
the sound of children’s play
earth replenishing a new
Every single day.
The misty rain upon the soil,
bees buzzing by
rays of light from heaven’s gaze
a portrait in the sky.
Rainbows intertwine the clouds,
life and love come to be
everything so beautiful
for the eyes to see.
Date: Aug 1, 2018
I sold the sun, reign a'dim the sky
The key to beyond these canvas walls
My imagination, it seemed, had fled to thine
Atop my perch among a sea of thralls
The shifting waves send me adrift on a spine
And in deliring, your soft siren call
Inspires my wings to become sentient, find
A hole in the canvas Ross imitated Fall
In the starless sea I touch the hole and cry
Where dandelion yellows should blossom and crawl
Among this sea where I dither and die
The emptiness of my soul seems quite small
A bird in flight in endless night
Does fly the sky regretting his sight
Racking, fracking, fricker dickers -
there it goes again stirring all my inner jitters;
my pc, tablet, phone and friends
blank screens locked immovable in place again
while tweets and texts disappear in phantom space.
Techno blab excites me
and the mesmerizing call invites me
but searching play on the blank display cueing
frustrates my mind to forget just what I'm doing
and at my fingertips the troubles brewing.
It's a slam dunk OCD call
to play games and tweet within the web thralls
lost in wavelength microwave wifi
while communication stalls and dies
and that's the truth, no lies.
Curse you internet!
I, in height, so proud
She, addressing I, me, siezed
Clamped, sweated in heated join
Amidst silken sheets hungering
Thralls call welcoming all
Short are journeys when, in the thralls of passion,
Lovers climb the mountains of boundless pleasure,
Reaching lofty peaks in unbridled fashion,
Free of all measure.
Then, a force invoked by the blissful senses
Swells the boiling spring of creation nearing
Swift eruption. Suddenly, fire advances
Fast and unfearing.
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Hungered fuel I'm in trust
When sensed thralls me
It's, it's driven urge to I
Rocket fuelling me
It's high or low approach
Exciting this in me
I'm in catapult to never
Dying in moderns tree
.
she, my eyes now view
trickle, in delightful slide
translucent droplets befall
be that towel true
placing, tracing, gracing guide
her curvaceousness thralls, calls
Written 08/01/2016
From the beginning of time, are we mapped
This journey that we're on us from the trees
Just where does it all end are we sapped
Whom has won or lost as centuries please
Is it what we dream that's eventually true
What becomes as our evolution thralls
Dreaming helicopters flying through the blue
As we progress with life, our continues fall
Just where are we from, this we all of us
Are we destined from the beginning of time
Caught amidst the explosion Big Bang bus
Will there be a day when we eventually find
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