i'm facin' death
seein' a dad's last breath
i buried my mom
whata' about you?
are you there?
this time of night
can you write
to me
can you feal
what i see
Death.
do you have a word or 2
to say to me
then say it?
play it!
poetisize
a poem for me
let me feal
life's history
but let me deal
with the real
tell me the truth
tell me a lie
give me an alibye
a ruth
that wasn't salt
an ....an
who began
agan
a poet who shows it
in words
or what is heards
or knows it
in the absurds
with alibyes
or nice tries
or lies
or goodbyes
or get losts
who pays the costs
a saint
a sinner
a beginner
or ender
a first time
or last time
offender
who knows which song to sing
who knows what each song brings
winter or summer or spring
autumn, fall
we all must fall
sometimes it's the fall
that winters bring
then there's summer & spring
in reverese
of course
what a curse
wouldn't it be nice
if late at night
in the winter
there was fall
or if in the day
spring came our way
before
the summer got hot
wouldn't love be nice if not
for the cold
or the old
or the summer sso hot
or when love was forgot
so did you smile?
a grin on your face
as death or love you face
or try to erase
no mistake
one or the other
oh brother
time will take.
Yeah,
I am here,
Listening to the rain tap gently on my window,
Calling me to go out,
Sit in the dark and watch the silver
Fall from the skies…
I don’t say much,
I listen,
And hear so many things,
I hear death whispering,
And the loneliness you are facing tonight.
I have faced that too.
I don’t say much,
I am not afraid to be alone.
Even when I am surrounded by people,
I sit in a far corner and watch them silently.
I listen very well,
And see things others often miss.
Sometimes at night,
When it is so quiet like this,
I like to say the names of people I have met,
Through poetry as they pass through my life.
I like the way they feel on my tongue,
The images they conjure up in my mind.
Many would think I am strange,
To say such things,
But I don’t talk much,
Never found the words,
They stick in my mouth like glue,
But I listen real well.
Late at night,
When the world is sleeping,
You feel so alone,
And wonder what others are doing,
I do too.
I don’t say much,
But I listen,
Sometimes it’s not in what they say,
Or even what they write.
It’s what they feel,
I see it real clear.
Tonight I saw it in you.
Is any one out there?
I am.
I am listening to you now.
Blod Ties - Fantasy, Romance. Romantasy? A bit of whimsy for the weekend. A naive British tourist John Gormley takes a holiday in the ancient, remote kingdom of Perarboria. He does not suspect that his holiday love affair with a local beauty is desti
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I am here,
Listening to the rain tap gently on my window,
Calling me to go out,
Sit in the dark and watch the silver
Fall from the skies…
I don’t say much,
I listen,
And hear so many things,
I hear death whispering,
And the loneliness you are facing tonight.
I have faced that too.
I don’t say much,
I am not afraid to be alone.
Even when I am surrounded by people,
I sit in a far corner and watch them silently.
I listen very well,
And see things others often miss.
Sometimes at night,
When it is so quiet like this,
I like to say the names of people I have met,
Through poetry as they pass through my life.
I like the way they feel on my tongue,
The images they conjure up in my mind.
Many would think I am strange,
To say such things,
But I don’t talk much,
Never found the words,
They stick in my mouth like glue,
But I listen real well.
Late at night,
When the world is sleeping,
You feel so alone,
And wonder what others are doing,
I do too.
I don’t say much,
But I listen,
Sometimes it’s not in what they say,
Or even what they write.
It’s what they feel,
I see it real clear.
Tonight I saw it in you.
Is any one out there?
I am.
I am listening to you now.