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Love Fast , Run Far

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Long ago I lost a precious thing that used to lift me up as it lifted burdens shouldered with it's way of 
tender holding .How barren now that what has left it's mark to shame us .Just in a role and this acheless 
rage so apt a trick it lies alone as so in many ways reaching each as it denied us. Tertiary paid in knowledge 
first an icon green so paramount.Strip ped barren now and left us naught but naked thoughts of whats 
spilled a path while denying everything but woe to us the wickedness to whats yet still left so easily still 
wanting.
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Love Fast Run Far 

by James P Kail Wednesday April 17th 2013
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A Hallowed Kiss On Halloween

Theres a thinning between the realms this night.A time and place for souls to cross the Great Divide of Life and Death.If mine broke free and chanced to pass Your way,would You feed on it,feel the need of it as You took My breath away?Would You fill Me with Your own in kind?The one I hunger for.While I felt Myself fall forward fastly and everlasting as our tounges fought playfully and passed it ba
ck and forth.Would You give Me Yours to keep in place where Mine once was , so as to keep it safe?Theres a thinning where I lose Myself.Felt free and bold as I shiver from Your lips on Mine.No thought of anything but the moments cold , as this kiss which freezes time.As I would hold You on this Halloween.I would hold You Hallowed For Now and Evermore.Cleaved to Body,Heart and Soul.I hold this Moment in This Kiss We Shared This Very Night. A Hallowed Kiss on Halloween by James Patrick Kail Wednesday October 31 2012

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Quickly Spent

There once was a poor man from Kent
So many "ladies" used his coin when He spent
Though not in the way of a true mans intent
more like the speed of the seed that He sent
So quickly He came to a concluding dismay
it was barely a coital event

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I Loved Her For the Dance

I Loved Her for the Dance ,
 as moving and so becomely like no other.
 She stirred Me.Thine faltered Angel's Stately Grace, 
showed me once , such things with lone and whispered word .
 soul spoke Anon's thrumming Heart a litany did bring.
 A Grace that Felled My Daemons Grail aPt trick , it twere and twas .
 Reviled now I see them clear , so Crystaline in Shame.
I loved her for the chance , within our times encounter. Infinitely so entangled by design .
 So spirited and fractal , whirling while tender turnings did stream a River Blue.Caught handily so firmly there was a time I knew ,
 such gravity , so raptured by a dragon .
Flown fast and for the asking for the firmly bodied lasting .
 She the Tiamat d'amour woken fresh and born anew.

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Treatments of Silence

So burdened by a crushing silence more weightier than words 
born from likened mirrored thoughts 
These reflections shown in slackened hunches 
They come to bear such cruelty 
Carried with this certainty , seen darkly down and dragging 
in the fell of fallen shoulders 
Which question in their ways of inner fearing fractured feelings 
Things best left or right unspoken
For answers to them may they be or not a gambles die 
cast in chance of truths best left unseen 
Toys for such capricious ways of wanting at a leisure 
that seems torturing to say the least 
When words of praise and tribute laid down thoughtfully
so willingly 
Yet none return to me

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A Mothers Gift of Suicide

Each drop that lay congealing.Hardened pools of hearts blood feeling.Stacked higher to a ceiling which is seemingly without end or sight of this sorrow swelling.I can't stop or staunch the sound of silence so keenly suicidal.Tapestries hung from the seething keening.See this warp and weft of weeping.Broken languidly so looming of a thread cut selfishly assuming.She took Her Life.The selfless one S
he gave to Me,when the Daughter that I am to Her,She who bore and gave to Me.The very same,exactly like in every way,each drop by drop . Lifes very blood I hold in keeping a Thrumming of My Mothers Weeping.Oh Mother Wherefore Art Thou?Dost Thou Hear Thy Childs Lament?In One Fell Strroke You Wasted Time.Every Moment That We Would Spend.The Only Thing of Worth To Me I See In Faded Things.Her Pictures are Like Memories That God Will Never Bring.As Answers Heard on Dead Deaf Ears, a Cacophony of Screams ,are all I ever Hear.Sorrowed Horrors That I Bear, Tolling Woe and Days of This Despair.My Mother Bequeathed to Me the Day She Thought To Teach Me the Only Answer That I Contemplate When I Feel That Lifes Unfair.I Think This Day I'll Take This Gift She Gave To Me When I Was Born.Born Up On My Cold Dead Hands and Show The Way She Truly Taught Me Truly How To Care. A Mothers Gift Of Suicide James Patrick Kail Tuesday November 6th 2012

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My Lady of the Aisles

My Lady of the Aisles walks so headily between the texts.
Her switch is but a libracation,
Within the words laid down and spread before Us.Such passion there was found in reams. A first edition,  pressing, hardcover of what we dare not say.She came at once that very moment as I came to understand.The same turgid truth of mine inside her as we felt the Joy of Next.

A single strand of sunlight dappled gold.
Straining points of tautnesss ,such wicked thoughts kept abreast of learned intercourse amongst these torrid tomes.
My Lady of the Aisles turns each page of Mine with barely a concern.Of these throes of rows and rows in each of Us discovered things . We found on higher shelves.
She reads Me like a dirty book while I take the time to read her full; completely.To such a climax; there are no words to tell the truth.Of what the shushings all about.

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For Lesa

On this path I travel,weary worn from the road less tread upon.I see nothing so fair as Thee.Yet for when I close my eyes perchance to dream of such beauty fair.Without compare or equal to the memories I keep for times of need as theses treasured ones I have of You.Lifted up on them alone,within a place of longing for naught forgotten friends.A love that while kept so long,yet still it casts these fettered chains of mine far flung and sets me free. For Lesa by James P Kail Tuesday November 20th 2012

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Trust

When will I learn what I know so well, this priceless thing You may have it from me kept strong and so closely that it's returned as we share it growing stronger each day as we keep and we hold it.Strange that it is, if either one sold it or broke it. Just once sad to say is enough that neither of one us would or could if I may hear words of pure truth no matter how true if the other had told it.No second chance just second guessing , every fond memory comes under question.The import of deeds now become past deceptions as the paths of our lives take a turn for the worse and what once was so simple a thing with no question .Second star from the left straight on all thats left is to mourn bad directions that led straight to this Hell.Sincerely I hope You have learned what it is I won't give You so long as I live Unless You have earned it , I have nothing to give.So TRUST in this as I TRUST it will serve You .I have TRUST in Your words in these ones alone .I didn't deserve You .TRUST me if only I'd known.       jAMES P Kail  thursday november 22 2012

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My Love Stripped Bare

"Limpid pools of prevarications laid down and to the left.The ayes and nays of what lay between us , belie sweet spoken claims of truth.A Chalice filled with promise is naught but empty if held and turned the same. Once upright empty , still ; as silent as a plea unaswered . The void of need unfilled.To late to slake a Knightly thirst. Lips parched and broken , will never hold that cup upright.While misbegotten fools grasping crudely , face her to the ground. With vulgar jibes and leers they sit and drink their fill of She who suffers the slings and arrows of fools thrown coppers for the Goddess , in Whom they don't believe. James Patrick Kail August 4th 2012"