"To gaze into her eyes
was to embrace divine love.
To feel the touch of her hand on mine,
was to know I should never let go.
To kiss her sweet lips was to feel
the softness of an Angels wing.
To hug her each day convinced my
heart it was ignited and aglow.
To have her now gone from my life
has left a hollowness deep inside.
The numbness made me say,
I just couldn't beg her to stay.
With her image imprinted on my brain,
I'll await that long final ride.
My heart forever shattered,
as the tears fell away."
A Pipe, Pint and Book
"And there's a crook by the
covered cape of black and
I walk the shadowed path, side to side I
The highwayman sleeps; under the oak is
I hear noise in the brush; raspy cough
Walking ever faster, towards the town I
Hearing quickened steps behind, now
shaking in me bones.
I crouch by a pine, hiding low with a
'Come hither my friend', he calls from
I see him there, a long blade in
If I should answer, I'll surely feel
He wants my pence; he'll get only
He turns and leaves; this crook by the
I'm now feeling safe, in twilight's last
I scurry to town, for a pipe, pint and
Now dreading the walk home; a loaded
piece I clasp."
The Deer Crossing
"The sun slowly dipping in the western
the winds are fair, the pine boughs
From peaceful beds the meek and
wander down to the river; time for 'the
To the fields above, to graze for a
dancing through the wheat forever
Listening to the Jay; alerting all with
Almost twilight now, time to make 'the
The squirrels have disappeared, gone to
An Owl glides silently upon graceful
The night animals stir, ready to be
We're halfway there, almost done with
The water is cool; perhaps just a little
We move to the field, quiet and
It's safe and we move on, the sky a rosy
We'll browse til dawn, and then make
Cheapen the Wait
"Death moves along
with a fiendish gait;
as destiny stalks all
whilst preparing your fate.
Time draws near
for the scythe to appear;
Hear that wailing yowl
while trembling with fear.
Absolve your loss through
a blackened shadowed cross;
You treasure all the hate;
then cheapen the wait;
you drift through delusional
and distorted pious faith ;
The Reaper awaits his prize
just beyond your frantic
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I've sensed a special wildness
that is you within my dreams;
I've endured the flaming dagger
piercing my heart with intense
I've tasted those tantalizing and
breathless moments in the sleeping
I now know whom I want beside
for the rest of my days ... and nights;
So perhaps one evening when your heart
burns an inferno and curiosity finds
longing to touch, taste and experience
those desires kept shackled.
You shall finally be freed
from those bonds and inner demons,
consummating in a fiery midnight
and perhaps then ... you shall finally
think of me.