Like beans in a pod?

Seven and twenty hours apart,
I scarce can feel that warmth of heart,
That beat of life! This growing night,
This cold, unfeeling Devil’s art!

I shed a drop as they pulled me
With seasoned touch and mastery,
Though daylight must ring hope anew,
It spanked me then with misery.

Long did we live together there,
Ne’er thinking I would ever repair,
To another world of beat and heart,
And end that perfect love affair.

Yet now I lie awaiting fate,
While practiced hands prepare, create,
A new home where I must belong,
Be faithful to another mate!

I must now fall in love again,
Emotions sacred I must feign.
Through years our love stayed true and pure,
This here charade reeks of Insane!

Friends, lovers, partners, twins were we,
But they don’t read anguish in me,
For blinded are they to the pain,
Of a freshly transplanted kidney!

Mon Fou, Mon Amour

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My Euphony from blaring moments and memories

How long will you waste

In this your mindless reverie

Just stretch your hand

And part the drapes

To the waiting sun

Transform resplendent

Dark days of decay

For when you dived in a sea of hope

Why now you struggle in miry clay

A life of joy awaits you there

Still victimized you lie, unmoving

These precious moments waste no more

In excuses’ empty stranglehold

Want Not, Waste Not

Want Not, Waste Not
Wise voices speak in nods
For wisdom comes easy
To souls unscathed

But punctured as my heart is now
All reason stinks of filth and waste
You see me writhe and waste away
It’s just a phase I hear you say

For nights are strange
That some be shared in passion’s warmth
And some be mute in lonely arms

This Delicious Lament

Cold Winter thoughts swirl in my head

Rings hollow every word you said

My nights allow not choicest dreams

Thoughts are fragmented silent screams

In every word I hear your voice

All trust is lost in a world of lies

Still sweetened blows in a losing fray

Dark chocolate but it tastes like clay

Though time will dry this sweaty kiss

Till then I pine in bitter bliss