A Lone
Petrified would be, solemn sow knots
Stone cold chisels, Poet Tree naught
Echo hollow out, bark torn swallow
A Live A Lone, rhyme worn sorrows
Whether limp tongue, whip froth lashing
To Fro limb branch, bash solitude sashing
Dye grave - Lye name, A Lone slip~shod tide
Washes a shore list less, RIP’s rest less mine
One barren - occupies chill, tears shorn - be asunder
Too Bee hope ill advised, faith lingers a gist faint thunder
Inner lost ‘n found space, cracks facial façade fissures
Skeletal dry rot - ground decays, bankrupt recompense tissue.
A lone - One word sighs frayed, shattered sharp stone shard harp barb
Fishing lines, sunrise swims ~ sunset sinks, takes on - stimulant barbiturates
Awake anew Dew begets a-nother round, quicksand sexual drive ejaculating hope voids
A Wake the death knell dealt, HeArt Beats fade - grow cold – coffin’s grave devoid.
Alas I hand - inside Your hand, wherein love can bond together a mid cyc-lone emotions
Ying ‘n Yang, love me - love me knots knits bright bud blossoms, Never A Gain - A Lone
HeArtMosphere Poet
A Lone
Petrified would be
solemn sow knots
Stone cold chisels
Poet Tree naught
Echo hollow out
bark torn swallow
A Live A Lone
rhyme worn sorrows
Whether limp tongue
whip froth lashing
To Fro limb branch
bash solitude sashing
Dye grave -
Lye name
A Lone slip~shod tide
Washes a shore list less
RIP’s rest less mine
One barren -
occupies chill
tears shorn -
be asunder
Too Bee hope ill advised
faith lingers a gist faint thunder
Inner lost ‘n found space
cracks facial façade fissures
Skeletal dry rot -
ground decays
bankrupt recompense tissue.
A lone -
One word sighs frayed
shattered sharp stone
shard harp barb
Fishing lines
sunrise swims ~ sunset sinks
takes on -
stimulant barbiturates
Awake anew Dew
begets a-nother round
quicksand sexual drive
ejaculating hope voids
A Wake
the death knell dealt
HeArt Beats fade -
grow cold –
coffin’s grave devoid.
Alas I hand -
inside Your hand
wherein love can bond together
a mid cyc-lone emotions
Ying ‘n Yang
love me -
love me knots
knits bright bud blossoms
Never A Gain -
A Lone
HeArtMosphere Poet
Ron