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The End Of It... Lay upon my ears All your darkest fears, And by the time to moonlight glow Falling stars will change to flow Of tears, Fears will fade for evermore in the worlds of never know... Bring into my life Sharpest blade of knife, And by the time the sun will pry Open gates to bluest sky For my wife, Knives in yielding flesh will sculpt all the magic of the why... Ask me now again, Things like where and when, And by the time my pain's to rest Once you carved my heart from chest Then, When the night will paint my eyes you will guide me to your nest...

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My Debt... How can I pay my debt to you? For waking me up from dreamless sleep, For carrying me into lands unknown, For whispering to me in languages unspoken... I was a grown up. You made a kid of me, And with a curse You broke both lock and key, You let me run, And wildly chase the spell, Because you knew That heaven hides in hell... You lay aside, And watched me climbing wild The walls of life, The depths of paining child, With laughing eyes, Your hands under your chin, Because you knew That beauty lies in sin... The days they passed, You waited soft and wise, The months, the years, You watched my lows, my highs, Because you knew At end of testing quest My rest I'll find, Against your wanting breast. I won't pay my debt to you, 'Cause for my debt I want to be enslaved by you, 'Cause for my debt I want to burn alive for you, 'Cause for my debt I want to lose my soul to you...

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Tunes Six... When my honey Tells a funny, All the money         in the Knox Is a poor sad Lump of cold lead Like a brain dead         pile of rocks. When my baby Tells me maybe, May the day be         dark or blue, It's a promise Saying "Home is Not where Rome is,         but where you." When my sweet one Tells me "Hey hon, Where's the day's sun         gone the while?" "Gone's to plunder Storm and thunder, Spark and wonder,         from your smile."         * * * I remember when I swore 'Not again', and 'Never more', Till that moment, fragile blue,         I met you. Days through months through years have passed, Simple, pale, so smooth, so fast, Till that moment, soft of hue,         I met you. Never wished to taste again Softness sweet of love insane, Till that moment, born anew,         I met you. Stale the pledge and worn the years, Fades the pain from souvenirs, From this moment, my life through,         I love you...         * * * Armed with coke, some chips, and nuts, Stinking spray (those flying gnats...), Turned the light, a mellow glow, And the swing was swinging low, As my eyes were reaching bright To an evening of delight,         Oh, that night... It was thick, a tome three pounds, As the sunset world surrounds, Read the title once again, Poetry, From Man to Man... With my heart a flutter wild, In my eyes I knew I smiled         Like a child... Poem one, first line, first word, Knarry... what's that, singing bird? Night's so young and I'm so fresh, No fatigue in soul and flesh, Webster's helped me start anew, Few words further, hmm, so few,         I'm so sorry... shew? No fatigue in flesh, yet soul... Well, I empty one nuts bowl, And my courage's on the swell, Panegyrical... what hell? And absquatulate?... my God... Clurichaun? And on I plod,         In my mind a firing squad... After page... 'bout twenty three, After scissure,... obloquy... And the coke starts sipping through Pages nine to fifty two, I decide, well, that's enough, I may be of lower stuff,         Or... could this be bluff? My dear poet, you may be World's most famous prodigy, But as long as simple us Don't get half your gist or cuss, Please just take your gift of gab (Sorry, but it's kind of drab)         Back to lab... So, my love, I tried and failed, My old simple self prevailed, And through chips, and nuts, and coke, Times I'll sing, and times I'll croak, But it's me, it's mine, it's I, It is yours, my laugh, my cry,         Till I die.

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Pain... You cringe in fear at the pain, True, it hurts, I know, I've been there, And the only thing I can promise you is the pain, A pain such as you've never faced before, Not even while your child was bursting from your body... I don't want you to face this pain. I said "I don't want you to face this pain, I can wait, Years, millenniums..." You don't. You don't want to wait millenniums, Not even years... "Not fair..." you say, "Love is happiness, Love is pain, I knew it the moment my child burst from my body..." "I've been there" I say, "You can't become immune to pain, It's dominating your body, your life, You can fight it with your spirit But you can never conquer it, You can make it your ally, Forcing it to prove to yourself the sacrifice you're ready to make, And it still hurts, You can make it your counsel, Letting it guide you through the minefield of truth and illusion, And it still hurts, You can make it your master, Allowing it to decide for you, And it still hurts..." "I know..." you say, "I've been there, It was my ally and it hurt, It was my counsel and it hurt, I've been there when my child burst from my body..." "I've been there..." you say, "I've been there, It was never my master, It will never be, even if it promises to stop hurting..."

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Fingers... Fingers, Touching fingers, My rugged fingertips touching your soft ones, My right hand creating an asymmetrical steeple with your left, Tips to tips, Slowly joining the first finger joints, then the middle, Then the lower, Till your fingers fully lie against mine, Snuggling against them, Softly, like an inanimate body awakening to life, Turning into a storm, Like flower touching sun, Boiling blood trying desperately to jump the skin barrier And join flow, arteries, veins, hearts, heart beats, Golden chain link touching golden chain link, Mine yours, Yours mine, Sparks, Blue arcing light melting the metal, Ozone sting in the air, A mini sun's birth at contact point, Blinding, cutting through flesh, Two rings, one chain, one bondage, Slaves of caged passion that no tear can extinguish, No word of man, no word of world, No word of angel, heaven, or hell, Scalding rivers in droplets invading the skin As the fingers intertwine, Sliding in between each other, Patches of flesh peeling away under the unyielding desperate grip, Each finding its last resting place in the nook between two others, At first stretched like a hunter's bow cord, Then slowly yielding, Bending, clasping, Palms uniting, Life line against life line, Birth against birth, death against death, Torment against torment, A grip, one fist, ten fingers, Two bodies, One... The grip eases, Each finger reluctantly leaving its prison, Each nook reluctantly releasing the prey from its clutches, Sliding out, Slowly, Your blood raging in my veins, My ring trapping your finger, Our life lines knotted into each other, One moment, A single moment, One grain of sand in eternity's endless hourglass, For one single moment we had it all, Then the grain of sand slipped between the parting fingers, Dragging all eternity with it, Like a horse dragging a mountain, Like a tear dragging an ocean, Like a ray... dragging a sun...

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Elementary... You took my hand And lightly squeezed... Did you hear?... an angel sneezed, Little devil, Playing games, Devil?... angel?... so what?... names... Fly away You silly creep Don't you give me cheeky lip, Want to join The loving school? This is for us humans, fool! Hey, know what? I'll let you see Just one lesson, this for free - Look my girl, You see? no wings... Not your silly feather things... All she needs Is touch my hand And I fly to heaven's land... Look my girl, A mortal shell?... Are your eons not a hell?... All she needs Is look my eye And I know I'll never die... Look my girl, A flower holds... Not your showy thunderbolts... All she needs Is kiss me once And I burn like seven suns... Told you one, I gave you three, When it starts... it's starlight spree, Be an angel, shoo away... You... your eons, I... one day...

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Red And Blue... Never met you. Never? Once, In the twirl of spinning chance, For few seconds... Saw a face, A regard of pain and grace, Never fore so close I've been To a queen... Never touched you. Never? No, Passions wild set eyes aglow, In the void of hand till hand Armies battle for the land, Never fore my life did seem Living dream... Will I ever?... Will you?... Will Racing time the passion kill? One sharp ray from sunlight's bow Kill the dream with single blow, Far's the queen, and closed her eye, Dead am I...         * Lover dear, your forehead lay On my breast and hear my say... Never will your never live, Your harsh words I do forgive, This poor heart bleeds love for you, Red and blue...

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Red And Blue, The Color Of You... Was it you that I met once upon a sweet dream, On a hill full of cookies and strawberry cream, Where we laughed and played and danced on a cloud, Built a castle of love, a bridge of hope, so proud?... Was it you that I touched once upon a sweet dream, And together we rode on a soft rainbow' beam, Where you played so bravely with words made of gold, Your heart light as red as a ruby of old?... Was it you that awakened a dream in the night, Upon two blind hearts you bestowed second sight, Was it you that I saw through a glass painted view Trying vainly to wipe from your smile shades of blue?... Was it you, was it me, who shed tears in the rain, As we walked out of dream and we opened the pain?... No longer protected by our world far away, It happened so fast when we two stopped to play... Was it we that we touched once upon a sweet dream, So real, so painful, we're aching to scream?... So happy, so sad, one heart red, two smiles blue, We don't have an answer, except... I love you...

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Hummingbird... Hummingbird your hum so sweet, Do you come from end of street? Hovering around my face, No, I ain't of flowers race, And you look my mouth so straight... Oh, one moment, don't push, wait!... Look, I open it a bit... What's this cherry red and sweet That inside my mouth you squeeze... Hey, your flutter tickles... please... Now around my ear you fly Whispering... you talk?... oh my... That my love from way afar Way beyond the northern star, With her lips this cherry kissed 'Cause her lover much she missed, Then she smiled... the night was torn, Then she sang... the sun was born, The she called... and you came by, Then she begged you - "Fly, bird, fly, Over forests, oceans, wend To the world's forgotten end, Fly and find my lover's dwell, In your wings this magic spell, In your heart this fire's lit, In your beak this cherry sweet, Tell him that one day, not long, Fore the summer's dying song, Fore the winter's biting whip, He will taste and slowly sip Cherry wine, my kingdom's best From my lips, and from my breast..." "Hummingbird, hum close to eye Pick a tear before you fly, Let it drop into the sea, If my lover finds the drop She'll find me. Hummingbird, hum close to heart Pick a drop of blood and part, Let it drop into the sun If my lover finds the drop I'm the one. Hummingbird, hum back your home, Time you stop your humming roam, Hum into my lover's ear Humming sighs she loves to hear, Tell her countless summers by, Tell her countless winters fly, Tell her countless years I'll wait Humbly begging at her gate, Tell her - know I, I'll be graced And one day she'll grant me taste Cherry wine, her kingdom's best, From her lips, and from her breast..."

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Visions Three... There was pain in your voice, Hidden in a forest of laughter, Dressed in multi colored freshly painted clothing of joy, All I had to do is push the branches out of way, Regard through the transparent fabric, And then I could see - The pain, The questions, The denial... Your arms outstretched, Are your fingers curled in tiny powerful fists, Ready to punch holes through life's steel shell, Or stretched open, Ready to touch, caress, grab life's unfulfilled promises? All I had to do is touch them... Your eyelids lowered, Closed eyes seeing the infinite impossibilities, The endless hopelessness, The nevers, so many, so damn powerful, so mockingly haughty... All I had to do is see for them... Your heart beating like mad gone jungle drums... All I had to do is hear the call, listen to it, answer it... I heard, listened, can I answer And smite the pain, the questions, the denial, Carefully lay life's promise in your arms, Cut the never, the hopelessness, into destiny fulfilled, Touch your heart, lull it to blessed sleep Knowing that tomorrow is the beginning of forever?...

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Lust... I remember it, Lust, Flowing through our veins like wild neighing stallions, Thundering hooves echoing between our chests, Mouths agape, gulping thirstily mouthfuls of air With madness of hurricane reborn, Bleeding teeth marks carved on shoulders, Fists crushing chest, crushing breast, Long bloody trails down arched backs, Down hips glued in muscle tearing spasm, Down thighs locked in crushing immobility While fingers lock to fingers, Mouth locks to mouth, Chest locks to chest, Yesterday locks into today locks into tomorrow... Hunger satisfied, Passion asleep, And only leftover is... absolute, abysmal, bottomless love...

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Abstract Three... I smiled at you last... when? A few year-long days ago? Was it longer? Lost count, time flowing by indifferently, Your eye locked on my word, on my mouth, Trying to force it with your mind's incessant need into the shape, Into the sound, Into the smile... I see you, Looking cross eyed at those close range lips refusing to open, Pulling at mouth's corners once with your little finger, Once with your cheek, Even with your eyebrow, Yet I stubbornly refuse, Because I am so full of empty, so empty of full, so distant... Numbness, Blessed numbness engulfs me... Blessed?... then why do I hear this voice screaming in my head, Asking, urging, demanding obeisance, Shattering the numbness into cutting fragments of maddening pain Ricocheting incessantly between walls of awareness Exposed naked to the recurring onslaught of want, of need, Of crave... I smiled at you last... when? Ever? And you kiss my brow, Softly whispered vow Crashes through the gate Smashing lock and grate, "Boy... my boy, so dear, Quell I will your fear, As the rain does fall, As the bird does call, As the tear does dry, As the day does die, As your smile I see Wrap the whole of me Layers thick as life, I'm your bride, your wife..."

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My Brother Icarus... I take off my shoes, My socks, Shed my trousers, Lose my shirt, Tear my underwear, Naked. At the edge of the cliff. The world stretching before me, wide. I raise my arms to the sky, Raise my eyes, Waiting for a sign from a God that is not there, Waiting nevertheless, Maybe I invented him and he will, But I invented him and he will not... I fly, Looking for signs of Icarus, He did not fall, he is still flying, I heard him calling to me, he is there asking for me to join him, Icarus, my brother, here I come, My wings my hands, my sails my dreams, My anchor my life, I fly... My hands flap, uselessly, My sails billow as powerless as giant white clouds, My anchor takes hold of my body and pulls me down, Faster, faster, mother earth rising to meet me, to hug me in its mighty embrace, Take me mother, Gather my strewn body parts into your warm lap, Smother me with your endless love, Make me forget my endless love...

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Death... And when I die, And when I don't hear the rumble of awakening earth no more, And when star sparks become a never remembered memory And roses perfume the air for all but me, I lock the gate, Break the key, And my forgotten garden decays into blissful nothingness...

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You, I, Us... yearnings old, suspires soft, infinite, absolute, naïve desire, kindling affection threading heavenly yarn, wanton euphoria astride rampant emotion overgilding nascent eternity... words, big words, not big enough to engulf the need, the passion, the endless ache demanding its rights, the right to rise, the right to burn, the right to never set...

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At Times... You know, At times I am warring with myself, No logic, no reason, no explanation, I suddenly pick up a piece of paper and start filling it up with thoughts, Black, dark thoughts, fears, yearnings, Painting a future then scratching it out with a big powerful X, Yet it persists beyond the X, Mocking, laughing. Till all I feel I can do is keep on looking, Roll into a ball, Cringing with fear flooded with passion burning with desire, Wishing a wish to just lie down, And melt into... nothing. No fear, no passion, no desire... No memory... My eyes close. Quiet. What is it I seem to hear, Far, galloping nearer with the deafening thunder of thousands hooves?... A voice... A thin, smiling voice, a commanding voice, A child woman's voice calling in kid mockery to the world nope, yeap, mmmmm... Pulling my ear and blasting into it all of world's blasphemes, Cursing, praying, living, Waking me to life again, Closing her slender fingers over my guided fist and tearing the X, Make way painting, back to your ugly lair, make way or be trampled and torn to bits, Strangling my throat into a mighty shout, She loves me... you hear world?... she loves... Make way world or be burned by the soaring sunshine than engulfs me, enfolds me, Clothes me in the soft silken fabric of this woman's scorching love, Warms my today, promises my tomorrow...

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The Link... I free you of your promise, I free you of your vow, I free you of your pledge to love Till sun turns cinder glow... I don't want chains of honor, I don't want chains of steel, I don't want chains of time to tie Your heart to dreams unreal... Your freedom if you want it I offer you untold, And if you don't... just touch my heart Through one small link of gold...

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The Stranger... Upon a land, upon a time,       Upon a world ago, Where love was banned, when song was crime,       By king's decree and law, A stranger came one night from far,       His horse bare hoofed and lean, His eye a well, his mouth a scar,       His blade serrate and mean. By midnight late a wooden door       He pounds with hurting fist, "My mouth is dry, my back is sore,       My way is lost in mist. My horse some hay, my self some bread,       I come away from war, A place to lay my weary head       I'll pay you goldens four." Thick iron bolt the silence rips,       Its rusted age decries, Twin raven braids, wine ruby lips,       Deep seas of green sad eyes, A pallid hand the candle holds       "Much hurry, stranger, come, Before the night to morn unfolds       And streets rough up with scum. Me follow do..." around she goes       Three tiny cuddled shapes, A gate to back, her head she bows,       "Some hay, some bread and grapes..." Returns her way with swift a pace...       "Young maiden, wait, your gold..." Around she looks with shadowed face,       "It's given. Never sold." And then is gone. The dawning sleep       Cuts man and horse alike, But on his face the frown is deep,       He hears the midnight strike...         * The sun is up. With sudden rage       He rolls and gets the blade... Three pairs of eyes of infant age       Regard from corner's shade. The horse is brushed, his saddle shines,       His boots wear glowing sheen, He shakes away his question signs       In water cool and clean. To room she comes. A loaf of bread,       A scrap of crusty cheese, A jar of milk, an apple red,       She lays all on his knees. The hunger rumble's three days old,       He gulps without a sound, They watch, the maiden shy and bold,       The infants crouched to ground. The mouth he wipes with back of hand...       The boots, the sword, the coat, He stands, his manner soft and bland       His eyes away, remote. His voice, a thunder's looming trail,       "Now tell my begging ear, Why yester night from darkness' veil       You pulled me with no fear, My gold refusing with no shame,       You fed me, cared my horse, A stranger I with not a name,       My habit torn and coarse? What name you're called?..." "Milay..."       He sighs, and makes to touch his purse, Her tiny fist locks his away...       "Beg... save them from the curse..." She pulls the infants to her fore,       Two maids, one dreamy knave, "In fortnight time ten dozen score       Will never know a grave." Deep furrows cross the stranger's brow,       "Milay, young maiden, tell What yarns your battered spirits plow       And turn your life to hell?" The maiden looks upon his face,       Her pained deserted eyes The shame of faltering embrace,       The ailing soul despise. "A stranger you, not from this part,       The first in seven year, No living soul or brazen heart       Has dared and come anear. No one of here can ever go,       No one that comes can leave, Your arm is strong, your blade you know,       Your horse I shoed last eve. I beg of you to leave away,       Take these the infants three, And if you ask my price to pay,       I give myself to thee..." Her hand he holds, a shivers glides       Through body thin and frail, "Now tell me maid, and count your strides,       This cursing evil tale."         * The sun has moved a quarter sky,       She talks with eyes ashine, The stranger gets a gleam in eye       As good with evil twine, And through the flow of words of past       He hears the blare of horns, A ruthful king is slain and cast       His body clad in thorns, A ruthless puppet holds to throne,       And pay tribute he must With babies not yet ten years gone,       The gold, his greed and lust. All men to slaves deep golden mines       Away from light to rot, All women slave the endless vines       Through sun's afire hot. With fear they count the passing nights,       And hope to never wake, But lord of wrongs chased lord of rights,       And hopes are there to break. Full moon, at midnight's glowing beam       Wild parties comes atrot To snatch away from infants' dream,       The dozens picked by lot. And scores of women ripe to bear       Are raped as night goes through, To sound of garment rip and tear,       To smell of evil brew. No place to run, no hole to hide       About the guarding scum, By break of dawn away they ride,       Behind... dry blood, and glum. The infants... doomed to slave or whore       And none will ever turn, Some groomed to die in grisly war,       In foreign lands to burn. "One brother have I lost last moon,       One sister twelve moons past, These babies three so very soon       I’ll see of them the last... Oh stranger, by my wish abide,       So sweet these angels' seed, Reave them from town and westward ride,       I ask of you and plead..." The stranger's face is iron mask       His eyes a stormy sea, "I have a maid, she is your age...       What will become of thee?" A smile... oh lord of east and west,       The smile she let arise... "This here the dagger in my breast       Shall strike to my demise..." Was this the pride in maiden chest       Of queenly size and might? The stranger's mind a stormy nest,       His soul the darkest night. Rough hand the deathly blade withdraws       With gentle forceful care, "At mid of night when wine tide flows       The road lays dark and bare, The hooves I'll dress in many cloth,       And out of place I'll steal, You stay behind and dare you not       To fear and shame to kneel. Believe I know to name this land,       Unfriendly and aloof, Its masters dwell hind desert's sand,       Its guards bear heavy hoof, Yet never word has come to world,       Of cruelty as such, The tale of hurt you here unfurled,       The deathly evil clutch, My king is just, way back from war       'Bout seven days from here, Since days unknown and kings of yore       My land has known no fear. All wicked ways to fight and root       Out lands afar and near, He, who by sword lives mean and brute,       Dislodge by sword and spear. Away I rode ahead of mine,       My heart to kin at home, But now this hurt of yours, and thine,       Makes hell's tar gentle foam. Your land will live, I thus thee pledge,       Oh, maiden young and brave, These are the words I thee allege,       My oath on mother's grave". He hugs the infants, small and shy,       A tiny hand, a kiss, He looks the maiden in the eye,       That fathoms deep abyss... "The dagger - here, I lay at gate,       If takes the road too long, And gone the last of time to wait,       You choose what right what wrong. Be blessed child." The last he spoke,       And went his horse to tend, At mid of night, fore midnight's stroke,       He made his way to wend. A silent trot of barely hear,       Got lost down alleys dark, A maiden, pale with pride rich fear,       Graved out the first day's mark.         * By seventh day and seventh notch,       And candles burnt to naught, Expectant eyes the mountain watch,       Is now they here be ought?... Then nine, then ten, another rut       So deep and wildly cursed, The eye is blank, the spirit shut,       To death ten candles nursed. Come thirteen days, deep thirteenth slash,       Thick candles light the cell, Young grit and heart in anguish crash,       In fear of coming hell... Is fourteen days... and eve a come,       Lost shapes hind heavy bolts, In wait for nearing distant drum,       Dark fear each soul assaults. Where is thy pledge, oh, dark eyed man,       Where is the oath you made? Or did the scare your courage ban       And sheathed vow and blade? Where is thy king, the fearless just,       The army you have told, Or is your promise worth of dust,       Your words of stenching mold? The drums I hear, the raging waste,       Foul fists lay waste my door, This dagger here my breast will taste       My blood will feed this floor, Accursed be, your promise vile,       And damned your house and seed, Your next of kin shall perish, while       To death... I slowly bleed...         * A sudden hush. A noise so pale,       A rumble low and mean, Is this the sound of nearing hail       From sky resplendent clean? Or rustle is of flying leaves       Across the desert sand, Of locusts' swarm that silence cleaves       Away to rob the land? The rumble grows, the rustle highs,       Is hail? Is leaves? Is swarm? Is raising dust that hides the skies       The bode of breeding storm?... Like a waking stretching lion trading yawn with mighty roar, Wakes the thunder over mountain with a giant fearsome snore, Sails a king ahead of armies on a stallion color night, Rides a chieftain hind king's banner dark of brow and bold of might, Race behind the endless legions like a torrent born in hell As it gushes forth and billows into fearsome sweeping swell, Braided manes with woven ribbons stretch to rear with flutter snaps, Ointed shields with spiky rivets glint fore gruesome metal caps, Thousands hooves bear thousands riders stretching thousands heavy bows, Moves the wall of crushing iron cutting lanes through fiendish rows, Thousands arms wield thousands maces with a windmill's shrieking sound, Lying waste the guarding towers torn to shreds on rumbling ground, Thousands spears cut yielding armor with the ripping sound of hail, Thousands swords descend with anger finding bone through rending mail, Onward hastes the tidal fury breaking walls and crushing gates, Never halting till the wars god with the blood his hunger sates. The storm has died beneath the sky,       The clanking and the moans, A rushing party gallops by,       Hoof sparks upon the stones, Through narrow alleys moving in,       The silence deep and hard, Where scuttling mice leftovers glean       From drying bones and lard, Ahead... a door... a broken hinge,       A hurried rush inside... Three huddled shapes in terror cringe,       And try in vain to hide. Upon the floor an angel sleeps,       So white the dress, the face, The red of life through garment seeps,       And stains the ruptured lace...         * The dawn has set, the sunset dawns,       Soft light inside the tent, Bird chirping tunes long rippling lawns       The silence sweetly dent. "I didn't know that hell could be       So gentle warm embrace, And waking up beyond I'd see       So warm and gentle face." Twin raven braids, wine ruby lips,       Deep seas of green sad eyes, A slender hand a rough hand grips,       A vise in soft disguise... "I cursed your life, I cursed your death,       I cursed your seed and light, I should have cursed my soul and breath...       You came, your king, your might..." The green sad eyes then close, a weak...       "My kin?..." he smiles... "Unhurt..." Twin crystal droplets slide down cheek       And blaze a trail through dirt. Her grip is fierce, unheard the words...       "And I... who dead should be?..." A hush... no horse, no chirping birds,       No man, no wind, no tree... The sun has stopped mid westward rush,       The grains of time mid fall, Her face alight with sunrise blush,       His fist a fearsome maul. He slides his hand towards the stand,       The dagger stained and keen, "The gods of life deceived your hand,       "You missed... one finger thin... Your heart is sane, your body young,       Your wound will heal like none, All words of songs so long unsung       Your soul will flood like one. In number dawns you up and mount       A horse I leave behind, As rich of spark as stars uncount,       As young as you of mind, His mane the black of starless night,       His heart the white of snow, His hoof the flame's ease skywards flight,       His haste a bolt from bow... This land's one thousand stoneless ways       Like wildest wind to roam, And when too long and many days,       Return you will your home. The freedom's yours, taste deep, rejoice,       The fear is out of land, Tomorrow's shape your kinfolk's choice,       Let heart be your command. In fortnight time to leave I must,       This dagger tasted blood, I leave it here, a pledge of trust..."       ...And snaps it with a thud. The howl of wolves lays day at rest,       And grief gives heart a wring, And quiet breeds in maiden chest       Tomorrow, she will sing.

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Make Believe... I knew it does not exist. Only in stories. Authors paid for telling it, An editor, several distributors, ghost writers, Editing, re-writing, erasing, spell checking, Adapt to popular taste, to buyers taste, Then sell it, Get paid for it, for making believe... Then forget it, Next please... Only in songs. Singers paid for singing it, Tens of technicians, musicians, conductors, Pushing buttons, moving levers, correcting balance, Try first, try second... try until it sounds right, Then sell it, Get paid for it, for making believe... Then forget it, Next please... Only in movies. Actors paid for playing it, Hundreds of cameramen, directors, hairdressers, investors, stuntmen, Pushing buttons, having lunch, pushing buttons again, having lunch again, Play, cut, edit, erase, play, cut, edit, erase... until it looks right, sounds right, Then sell it, Get paid for it, for making believe... Then forget it, Next please... I knew it does not exist. Love. Then I met you.

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