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I don’t want you to.
I am mine.
She can have me.
For her, I’ll be hers,
Even if she will not be mine.
Ice King
His heart is the beautiful clear clean glass of a bright ocean,
Always smiling and never smiling.
Slow is the rhythm in his chest,
Fast are the feet that spirit him away from affection.
Enchanting, a cold starful night,
The vacuum within the vacuum,
Drawing relentlessly,
As he himself is drawn…inexorably.
A smooth touch and demeanor,
No crack in the veneer.
It is all veneer.
Break the ice and see the king
Hurting and scared of the light.
Warm him with your sun even when he burns you.
Burn You
What burns you?
What eats you?
I want to be the one to burn you.
I want to be the one to eat you.
The Death Of Me
Thoughts in flight,
Leaving my mind empty,
Filled only with juvenile fantasies
Of….. you….. and me,
of U.N.I.
On fire you set me,
I burn gladly, to cinders
Of pure dreams and affection,
But like the lover, jealous and stupid,
I can’t but feel that your dreams and affections
Another has.
Then thoughts, angry and confused
Come back choking,
I drown in my own tears.
Like the lover,
Cursed to remain jealous and stupid
When it comes to you.
You will be
The Death Of Me.
Broken
Beautiful is that which is broken.
The heart, whole, glows
And shines when shattered.
The light reaches only through the cracks.
I Did Something
I kissed you,
I killed you,
I did something.
Searching
Searching in the silences
For your voice, the breeze of your fragrance.
I hang on to memories and fantasies,
Building castles in my mind,
Adorned in your colors,
Painted by your loves
As the distance has painted us grey.
This is what it is to dream and to dance alone:
Hope chokes and the feet run to…
To where?
In the darknesses, in the light,
In the joy…. you are the joy.
When did I lose myself to you?
When will you lose yourself to me
Before you are lost to me?
Comfort is that my tears have run dry.
They watered, softened this smile
Just so we can be.
I will find you, find myself.
I will find us both.
There will be no casualties this time,
Karma will keep her promise, is all.
In the turmoil, find
Redemption.
Maybes and Pains
Maybe if I cut my heart out that I may not feel
I will breathe again.
Feeling is pain, loving is pain,
Breathing, each moment spent dwelling on you
Is sweet pain.
This is a pain that will kill me.
Oh, To Be…!
“If everyone is going to dance, who, then, would watch?” ~Cameroonian Proverb
Weary of the spectatorship,
Dreaming of the dance…
Wealth and wonder and women and no worries…
Oh, to be The King,
Yet live gaily, The Jester,
Never need prayer for what are riches for?
Oh, to be The Man,
The Admired, The Lusted-For, The Dreamed-Of, The Oft Sought and Talked About…
Oh, to be!
Burn Out
These fires petering out,
My lids hang heavy and my fingers are numb,
Colors to blues and reds to greys,
Sleep ever the tickle at my neck
And the silence….so incomplete,
Ears ringing and my mouth dry,
Burned….out.
Marundu 