inessential

himSpiced brandy and honeyed words Mingle with the smell of burning wood.him
And I, I cannot breathe
With all the fear and hope.
I want to fall gracelessly, Dizzy and intoxicated into your embrace, Like a struggle towards a ledge That hangs between living and existing.
You enchant me with your touch, You charm me with your words.
But that doesn’t really matter.
The purifying flame
That we call passion Doesn’t care much for words-- After all.


no titleLeave Me Be Do not touch my heart..... Nor my face..... Do not touch my soul.... Nor my lips. Breathe not near my throat... Do not even speak to me and do not haunt my dreams any more.no title


choiceThis is the poem I never wrotechoice
For the life I left in the never to be
A road not followed
With bridge in ashes
An ode to a memory of things never to come
Love tested spurned and in a rage torched
Thoughtless revenge for a deed undone
Drowning now in a mellow brook
Rather than brave the unfamiliar rapids
About me every day I see the tepid results
Of my gamble for security
On the floor by my side the labour
Of my safe folly with innocent eyes
Walking through this life I've chosen
I often wonder what might have been
Might


FrustrationsDid you even read it? Well, I suppose what I do with my words isn't visceral enough for your tastes. How about a drawing instead? They say picture's worth a thousand words. (But hey, You still need the words to describe the picture. And maybe the written observations will help you paint an image of your own. But who cares? It's too much work anyway- And besides, those water-lilies are pretty.) Or maybe it's not the writing but the words themselves that you'd like to rip to shreds Or even totally discount. Maybe toss them into a literary Bermuda Triangle to have them swallFrustrations
I think cheeseburgers are delicious. There's a comment for yah!!
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"You were not put on this earth to get it, Mr. Burton"
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