There is nothing more to me
Tragic, yet romantic
About false hope—
An inkling of connection
Rattled from reality—
Those green eyes dimming
From memory,
Fading at once—years of pining
Unrequited tears—too long,
Hauntings of possibility,
Love waning and another growing,
But the moon still shines
Pictures of their face on a screen—
Smiles exchanged ever long ago,
Imagining them now—
Wholly without you
And for some reason, their
Absence is the most beautiful thing
2.26.20
love is not the tale of the cross;
dark diction callous clichés draw,
la-de-da limping of thorn-theme,
snapping at cum renting spun spree
love has never been an excuse;
taunted track punctured passion prunes,
masticated motive masks means,
felon fashion trimmed by lips' spree
neither is love hurled Utopia;
throbbing thrills, hoisted hemisphere,
dainty pastures, voluptuous vines,
salient stream, vying vision dines
love's a robe of many colours
rarely worn on suiting attire.
'20:06:27:16:10
Note: of lured love.
Listen here: https://soundcloud.com/zuxian/reserata-carcerem-xxvi
M,
Starlit skies don't do her any justice
shadow moon's halo draping
delicate features of a silhouette
meandering about,
every lovelorn bled pore
I'm left with feelings
slipping
out of this goddamn world
watching and waiting
as you come for me
standing still,
longingly
gazing upon that front door
the winds carry anticipation
the seas bring about peace
heartbeats crossing small barriers
when will time grant us release
IF ever I had a country : XXV - XXVI
XXV
IF ever I had a country
And if ever I were the Secretary of State for National Unity
I'd appoint myself the Director of the National Football Industry
Order every child over-weight skinny lame dumb deaf spastic or rickety
To go to the school grounds every morning bouncing or kicking balls free
With one solitary thought in mind : ultimate World Cup victory
That is, if ever I were the State Sec for National Unity
And even if I never ever had no country
XXVI
IF ever I had a country
And if ever I were the Minister for National Unity
I'd appoint every World Cup national footballer Vice-Chancellor of University
Have him create as many Chairs as he wishes for the Football Ph.D.
Teach every student the art of foul-tackling anybody not from his country
Till I'd make it second nature not to play ball but to kick the enemy
That is, if ever I were the Minister for National Unity
And even if I never ever had no country
© T. Wignesan - Paris, July 11, 2018
"GREAT!" is Don's favorite word
It's chocolate for those who've not heard
His language so hollow
Is too much to swallow
Since it's just a foul smelling turd
Author's note: It's going to be really, really great, etc. Are people really THAT stupid?
SONNET XXVI
SOLILOQUY ONE
Jesus, You’re the Lily of the Valley
Oh Jesus, You’re the Bright Morning Star,
Sweet Jesus, You’re the Mighty Man in Battle,
I call You Jesus, the Master of the World
I call You Jesus, You’re the Master of the World.
No One ever cares for me like Jesus,
There’s no other friend so true as He,
No One ever cares for me like Jesus,
There’s no other friend so true as He,
I call You Jesus, the Master of the World
I call You Jesus, You’re the Master of the World.
Halle-lu-u-yah, Halle-lu-u-yah,
I call You Jesus, the Master of the World
I call You Jesus, You’re the Master of the World.
@AUGUST 2017/©M.H.O.G Unveiled
Dearly beloved why ever
Are you so passionate to seek?
an avenue of fraudulent dalliance
When a plethora of amour
Screams before you
Forsaking me to ponder
When the page shall revolve
lightning that comes
from mightiest storms
cracks the night
Russell Sivey
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