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Fly...
So today,
I came to the end
Of this long long road.
Journey of years.
Always wondered where
I was going.
Through storm and
Trackless sand dunes
Never knowing where
I was going.
I have reached the end.
No more road.
I am at an airport.
Only way out is
Fly...
Literature
The Invitation... WIP
Come to me on a night gone blue when the winds a pleading cry,
Come to me your hunger turned to soft ways seldom sought.
Come to me a suckling flame will warm cold wisdom's sigh
Slow melt the snow of passions ban’d cruel bygone loves begot.
Bring to me a gift of wine, bring sculpted glass and pearl
Bring carnal music crying low sighs sirens’ sin sang surging hot.
Bring to me seductive words, soft scented ploy play lovers’ whirl
Still subtle smuggles sensual plots petite de morte perchance forgot.
Share with me deft tender touch unbidden gives a voice to start
Foretelling tales of fears’ demise writ moonlit eyes flair'
Literature
Sonnet 5
The ordered seasons mock the human heart,
where golden days are marred by winter's frost
and cold despair, unwilling to depart,
must suffer summer's warmth and wear the cost
of feigned enjoyment's cast: a brittle smile.
The pain of tempests past: those certain waves
that pound a wounded heart, that little isle
alone against the sea. The hurt enslaves,
its path a circle, always leading back,
each winter sharper, deeper. No remorse
can heal the dead or shape the past, no track
can breach time's walls, no penance change its course.
The wasteland fears a spring of piercing pains
so, shattered many times, the mask remains.
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