Strumming upon a plaintive mood to match the tune
carving crescent moons-paper cuts scratch the boon
which throbs- fragile tunnels filled with rushing oceans
of sweet life, join in a central reservoir pumping motions
to regulate an army in cells, red & white, muscle gels
to bone beginning tussles grown out of inner hells
which I release in melodious compositions streaming
aloud teeming with the beaming light, vision gleaming
at the height to which I see, at the depth to which I be
at the intricacy of his creativity & tunes of her misery…
I blindly follow paths
baths of sadness blast
to pasts of mourning
last memories adjourning
to free me to breathe
a breath which seethed
with intoxicative remedies
which in turn made my
….melodies
tunes of compassion
sung with a flawed passion
it was all an act, a drama
ironic the time for karma
to play it’s hand & unleash
it’s grand plan made a beast
which served as a minion
to my mental dominions
so now I strum elastic bands
racked with painful glands
constantly under pressure
to submit to a lesser
pleasure……..
But what do I say
…except
Just let me sing this day
Here lies dormant wishes formant in their speech
yet hollow they speak, shallow after deaths reach
which streaked my hands bloody red, in dread
to be caught red handed- I fled not thinking instead
of running I should stop, mind over matter works
but the ecstasy of peaking terror has it’s perks
a heightened bass drum, with taps from the dancers
breathing hard, mutely making a dance of necromancers
It’s to her, not to any other I had given this heart
How disloyal- my heart had its own ideas for a start
it bided it’s time, making me think all is great
then attacked me, leaving me still- mouth agape
Yours with all my heart,
though my heart attacks
….Me
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