My Last Drink

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As I rest the empty glass on the bar,
I can see out the corner of my eye
another one sliding up next to me.
I wanted to raise my hand to say “no thanks.”
But I have to admit she appeared like a cocktail,
smelling of schnapps,
looks simple enough to be complicated.
I wondered if she was reality or something from my imagination.
Did I want one more for the road to rinse out the last bad taste?
Her size just right betwixt tall, not too much,
and small just the right size.
I took a second glance hoping to see thru sober eyes.
What did I see? My last drink for sure;
the one to end my darksome journey,
the last drink I need.

Sounds like these: volume over par

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What I feel in sound
I see in colour.
A beauty unsoundly perfect
Each motion poetic, each frame sinful.
For each thought though clean can’t seem
to clear off the feeling of intense passion.
Want the Bliss to last through this moment..
I’ll take this piece of you
And hope for all eternity
that even in just this second;
For just one second I felt whole
As your melody flew right through me
Wanting to hold on to that feeling and embrace it.

The orchestra assembled to its paramount state,
causing me to inhale thoughts of you
and feel you in my bloodstream.
Wanna keep you warm in my heart
where soughs know no end..

The musician…
Muse igniting thoughts
seamlessly seldom.
Pairing up the stars in acoustic fashion.
Want to form a constellation
that will always align me and you.

The percussive percussionists percussion,
playing away my sorrow.
Embedding forever in my soul the reason that is you.
Holding in hand a pigment that is true.
A colour just yet profoundly clear,
no contrast nor hue.
Just a tear.
And in that tear, a symphony plays..

Sounds like these, fading endlessly: the volume though stale,
I hear the whispered words within
the masterpiece of your heart
screaming let the melody play, let the melody play.
For the muse I see, is the music in me.

Wonderful Yesterday

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lust, I lusted in yesterday’s down filled pillows
feel, I felt the light comfort of a partner that didn’t linger
that didn’t dwell
nor despair
maybe it’s age or the precipitation
I stopped relying in ways
that earth parted days
the rain saturates the rays in your eyes
memory became a case
mystery relentless but put to rest
hand picked daisies
as 26 years goes by
seemingly wonderful
caution, I carefully threaded mine filled land
Loss, I lost and found faith under the same blue sky
that didn’t dawn
nor dusk
maybe it’s meant to turn into dust
as many blown apart
I started to realize the open grip
the storm yet to come already claimed its name
yesterday’s flower became the evidence
revelation to youth awaken
hand picked daisies
another 9640 days in counting
seemingly wonderful
seemingly unforgettable
of tomorrow unpredictable