Truth in Love

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How many times, the truth
Needing to offer it to me, they
Afraid
Unwilling

Believing
Falsely
That bruising the kind reed of me
A mortal sin to them

And so slayed me unbeknownst
In untold anguish
Silence!
A most unkind kindness

Torqued

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I will gift you
Machine man, me
Eyes clear now
Future-ready
Take your Soldier hand
Study, journey with you
This trip around the Sun
We familia

I will gift you
Speed demon, victory
Bodies torqued
This skin, yours
Time trials completed
Finish line, Westward
This whispered promise
We checkered-flags

I will gift you
Sugar boy, pie
Feed you tenderly
Sing to you
In perfect pitch
Make a wish
This catch-me vision
We with lights on

Boy Upon The Hill

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Nothing’s fitting

Not the double barrel shotgun you placed against my heart
Not your blindfold upon me anymore
Nor your murderous silence

I’ve outgrown your cowardice
The singe of alone you always left me is fading away

But the boy you killed, I’ll live with daily
Stolen from me, the memory gorgeous

The boy upon the hill calling me
Kissing me
After some schoolbell tolled

All these decades, still

For Love’s Sake

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I want warning

A premonition of apocalyptic heartbreak on the horizon

One single shot over the bow of my frontal lobe that jars me

Some tingling, dear sixth sense, some tingling!

All of which I shall defy for love’s sake

Your Vortex

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Where is the ether of you

You cannot be nowhere
Yet, I cannot find you anywhere

Never by my side
Never to my rescue
Never where I need you
Always, those days and these

I live as a void, a vortex
Forever, a you-shaped yearning

Penitent

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And apologize for what

The blessings unnoticed
The love debt, outstanding
The flesh gift, unopened
The mind’s galaxy, unexamined

And the words must be uttered

I’m sorry
Forgiveness, now granted
The eyes see the fire
The resolve, reignited

Rockstar

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In the perfect of now, get in line

Come see my spine
Singing prettily
My strong, fractured song

Standing upright, dancing, sprinkling
Cinnamon-sugar safety

In the spotlight of my doorstep