Compose


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I write
with tears
with pain
with sorrow
forlornly

I record
ecstatically
melodramatically
lovingly
sentimentally
exuberantly
inamorato
your skin

I compile
your mouth
your pearls,
and diamonds
-as they fall-
broaching them softly….

I pencil
the future
the past
the sighs
your sight
our love
your lips
my embrace
your semblance

I compose
in you
in me
in us

-musicalpoetry 2013

Only


Only…

Only the darkness knows my plight
Only the darkness knows my sorrow and
the times I’ve cried

Only the night knows
my cuts
my bruises
my scars
the dark holes in my eyes
my paling skin

Only the darkness knows my solitude
Only the darkness understands that won’t see the light…
Only my body knows the cold…
of how much I want your warmth around me

Only the dusk knows my sleepless nights
…the affliction in my heart
….the arch in my back
….the anguish in my soul

Only the darkness can grasp my research
… the endless nights of my pupils burning
… the heavy weight I carry while I walk

The twilight scarcely perceives what my mind’s thinking
….the plots planted
…hope dwindling
… plans expiring

A blaze blinds my soul
… minutes before it consumes me…
… a whisper yearns
a kindle emerges from…

…. the darkness

 

Whispers of Heavenly Death


WHISPERS of heavenly death, murmur’d I hear;
Labial gossip of night—sibilant chorals;
Footsteps gently ascending—mystical breezes, wafted soft and low;
Ripples of unseen rivers—tides of a current, flowing, forever flowing;
(Or is it the plashing of tears? the measureless waters of human tears?) 5

I see, just see, skyward, great cloud-masses;
Mournfully, slowly they roll, silently swelling and mixing;
With, at times, a half-dimm’d, sadden’d, far-off star,
Appearing and disappearing.

(Some parturition, rather—some solemn, immortal birth: 10
On the frontiers, to eyes impenetrable,
Some Soul is passing over.)

-by: Walt Whitman (1819-1892)