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These are poetry drafts. I consider all my poetry in a constant state of drafting, some with revision ongoing, others merely gathering dust. Some have been published but will still be considered drafts.

N.B. When these posts were imported I noticed some of my reblogs also got pulled in. It should be ovious from the contents that they are reblogs from other writers. I am in the process of removing those posts.

The sorry state of fires burning

By - 
Oh, the hurt of the words spoken
When silence would suffice.





The burden of a broken heart finds
No solace in the shadows of the
Talk of town.
The pleasantries shared, the dancing
Confession, I beg of you to never mention
Such stewardship unless in warrant.





The sorry state of fires burning, the
Deception between the ladies' eyes.
No warranties of childhood laughter
From the expectancy of passing
Love.





I hear but anguish as feet touch grass,
A lady’s decorum could, if asked,
Become and be coming, as fair as
Any nymph’s. Oh the bossom of such
Maid would delight the gentry, and the
State of mind of selfless agents.

Towels of Love

By - 
You do not need to ask,
I will pour you a bath; add
Scented flowers and
Golden myrrh if asked.





Soak as though the skin
Would crumble, let the
Thought of a child come
If wanted.





The towers of Avalon, the
Towels of love will find
You, and dry you as only
I could, as only a begger
Would.





Then dress as a child of time,
As the better half of a whole,
As the Lady of Time itself,
Courting and expecting





All.

shades of grey

By - 
We walked in the shadow of St. David,
Two souls to redeem the years lost
Fighting; the unwavering war
Without ending.





We walked in the shadow of the dragon,
Red shoes bleeding without needing
Hospital care,
Fire fire; the valleys ablaze.





We walked in circles,
Black and white the shots we
Left behind, the truth more a
Shade of grey.

The Fate of Mortal Man

By - 
We were lovers,
Sharing the barren lands of
Mortal man.





We sought no higher purpose,
The fate of men
Sufficed.





The cravings,





The wash,





The Face of God





Wanting.





We were.
We were,
Yet not,





Meant





.

The Us Minus the You

By - 
I never tried to love again, to find a
Heart I expected to win.
You fought the battles I did not
Understand, I passed; without a fail.
We were, yet never again, the sum of
Many, the broken without hoping, the
Wanting yet weary. We were many, too
Many; laughing without breaking. We
Were, yet I fail to recollect the me; the
Half of us, the I between the trees, the
Us minus the You. The self in the
Cracks in the mirror. The one behind





The words spoken.

I Was Only 15 When I Passed Away

By - 
I was only 15 when I passed away.
I stand here today, not expecting
Sympathetic smacks, or cordial
Cracks; the burning of fire crackers
Wasted.





I was only 15 when I passed.
Her shine, the claws that held
Me never felt real, the
Upbringing a slaughterhouse
Without hands, without fists
Bumping, a life wanting.





I was only 15,
She wore fishnet
Stockings,
Spreading her
Legs for pleasure
As I tossed myself
Off.





I was
Only
15,
When
I
Passed
Away.





A tosser,
Dreaming.

solid skin screaming

By - 
I am happy now, as the wolf crosses a
Path less trodden; a path less worn.
The withering of a cleavage
Busted, a flat solid skin screaming for
Touch. I touch and I care as I touch
Her, the one with a heart. Under or
Without matters not, I care but I
Tell not. Cannot. Dare not. Share
What my heart wants, between the
Sheets I dream, of her. You, not
Aware of this yet dreaming. Embrace
Me, call me the fool, I will comply, I
Will accept my roots and the promise –





To be yours.

I Laugh at Alice

By - 
I let my fingers walk down your
Perfectly shaped back, a meandering
Between the essence of grace and
The seven of eight.





My ex poured the venom, I embraced
Her honest honing, her breaking of
Necks; and skilled fever reluctance.





I love her. She, the unknowing
Participant in the feeble boy’s
Dreaming. I laugh at Alice, the wolf
I crave. I embrace her unwilling
Honesty.





I undress her. Armless. Blind. In
Love. Loving kind. A kindling
Dry.

Screen Snog

By - 
I kissed the screen, the window to
The world, in appreciation. Your
Love, a quick response to a writing
Mattered, to a loving
Scattered
Across the inter-web.





Who you are matter less than
The love you shared. My thanks
To you I give, thanks I give to
You a stranger. The Who and
Unwrapped dreams,





The dreams; the dreams of Time,
the clock ticks, as my heart beams
For the chaos

Delish

By - 
I relate to your darkness,
The folding of the empress
Into the moot; the moth &
The light gone dark, darkening;
Darjeeling sips,
Painted lips,
The Base Bouncing Beats,
The Base,
The Face,
The Billie
Ey
Lish,
Frowning:





Delish
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