Love cannot look
As strewn doubt
And decimated rock
As supplanted fear
Amongst trust’s ghost
As words, bright and dark
And words alone
Love cannot be
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Summer In Winter
Who told you?
Who said it should’ve been so?
The looming liar lurking?
A voice from the mount’?
Would that there’d been!
Oh that there’d be!
What harm would befall to let it all go?
And exclaim to the the everlasting, omnipresent silence:
There’s ink to the contrary;
Screaming loud and clear.
So my skin -if none else- must tell the truth, dear.
My hand, the fall, forced.
Froth
Were my hands not
Coated in blue and rubber
Covered in the grime and froth of you
I’d slip beyond
My aching heart muscle
My pulsating hope muscle
Press pause
Scream your name
Liar
Stranger
Then skip to the next song
Honest Ruse
Upon what land, what sinking sand
Do your feet stand
When what is true reduces you
To kneeling, sobbing, midnight-blue
Yet fallacy, it comforts thee
From its midst, hope flows gracefully
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