#315
And so the truth
of all this madness,
these late nights and
long walks, of studies
and arguments, beautiful
aching toils, has always
been searching, a seeking
for the god within you,
and that hopeful mirror
behind your sweet seeing eyes.
i can see you.
When will you, see yourself?
#316
It was as if i’d forgotten
Red, or perhaps, never truly seen it,
blazing, from a lone tree, amongst the green
early to the season, caught from
the window of a speeding car,
strong, stark, loud, i passed in awe,
days later, still struck.
#317
Swollen and shifting
under warm heavy blankets,
the night is cold, and held
at bay by loose banging shutters,
how could they romance these
boulevards so? It’s just a city
outside, another place on the
stone, here, there, anywhere. Every
city the same, same as my needs,
and that’s always needing you,
the light, the star that giveth sweet life,
without you and your gaze, it’s nothing,
nothing but darkness, darkness and cold.
Oh may we rise again, burn through the clouds
give this city a story for the romantics to sing,
another historical tale to tell our hearts
the Sun will rise again, that the darkness
only a necessary night.
#318
i fought it, their mad persuasions
i thought it, a weak one’s lonely tear
i thought it, striking ignorant, blow upon blow,
and
i found myself, now, once returned sweetly held
i sound myself, in gasps against whispers
i pound myself, against the rocks of regret, against joyful memories since lost
i raise you, closer still, held higher up to the starlight, examine past moments kindly
i praise you, though sadly silent, save soul songs, keep them from falling lost
i graze you, against my lips, my heart, my touch,
and
i miss you, words will never do justice.
#319
Theres a great unkindness
in not helping those
helping you.
The careless
add to the burdens
they’ve already asked another
to carry.
Somethings need to be put down
placed away and left for the past,
kept only in memory, and favour.
Whats hard in the moment,
makes life ever easier.
Sometimes it’s best
to say no.
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-Mr. Write