Shut Your Mouth
Bollucks, I sayeth thee; I say it to thy face.
The words that slip thy oily tongue
Are slander dressed with grace.
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A glitt’ring phrase you stick atop, as if in show of Peace.
But Virgin press smells not so bad
As Rancid kitchen grease.
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Sprinkled pyrite glinting gold, winkest twixt thy teeth,
Yet foolish tongues and rusty souls
Can ne’er true praise bequeath.
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You hold no love for Others; You care only for Yourself.
You mouth at me such blatant Lies,
Slipshod Shite, disguised as Wealth.
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Ignoring signs to contrary; (Your senses must be numb.)
To smile at me while speaking thus,
You must think me quite Dumb.
* * * * * * *
Perhaps…
* * * * * * *
Perhaps
That magic word,
When answers are not given.
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Perhaps
What thinkest thee?
Not ‘Yes’, not ‘No’, not Even.
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Perhaps
A word that calls to me,
That temptest thoughts and reason,
A stalking Beast that slips around and dips its paw in Heathens.
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Perhaps
It’s not so bad,
To not know where you’re going.
To circle roundabout a point
Then veer off;
Still not Knowing.
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Perhaps
You’ll come to tea.
–
Perhaps
I’ll go to Town.
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Perhaps
We’ll both meet verily,
And find some common ground.
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Perhaps
I love this word.
I really, Truly do.
And Mayhap after reading this,
You’ll find you love it too.
* * * * * * *
The Crowd
* * * * * * *
Where can you turn
When everyone sees you,
But nobody sees you?
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What can you do
When everyone wants something,
But nothing that you want to give?
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How can you smile
When everyone laughs,
But nobody’s laughing with you?
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How can you speak
When they ask you to talk,
But don’t truly want what they hear?
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How can you hear
When they drown out your voice
While claiming they really do care?
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I don’t know…
But I’m looking
For answers…
* * * * * * *
Love’s Lost Lament
* * * * * * *
When things can see, but have no eyes,
When things can speak, but have no tongues,
When things can hear without an ear,
When things can feel without a heart;
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When I can smile without a mouth,
When I can laugh without a frown,
When I can hold without my hands,
When I can run without my bounds;
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When I can touch my hand to yours
When you are in another room,
When I can laugh the words you speak
When you are whispering to the gloom;
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When I can feel you in my Heart,
Though you’re a million miles away,
When I can touch your strength of Mind,
Though I remain beyond its Sway;
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When I can feel you know me well,
Despite the doubt that creeps inside,
Then I can take your hand and feel,
The golden ties that twixt us bind;
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You’re here with me, and I’m with you,
Ne’er shall we part, we destined two.
* * * * * * *
Venus’ Call
* * * * * * *
Within the circuit of my arms
Upon my bosom lie
That I may hold you in my Heart
Until the end of Time;
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Within this limit find your rest,
O, make my Heart your home,
No thirst or hunger shall you feel,
Nor need e’er ‘gan to roam;
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Within my Heart alight your Soul
That it might stay with me,
Where e’er our bodies choose to go
My Love with you shall be.
