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Visual aids,
hearing aids.
Fucking AIDS...
God(?) help us.

Voices

All my voices,
Come back and haunt me once again.

Humble me, take me whole,
make me sane .

For without you,
I hear what they have to say

Temptation

Into that sleep,
I sink slowly..
swimming out with nothing-
to hold or to lose
but dignity
is ripened close to rot,
and the flesh of man was his undoing.
Intoxicating, as water..not wine.

Apples and snakes playing master
but WILL, as usual fails...
banishment? or sweet release?

Happiness

Lean on me, but I might break.
And since viagra is the new lust, I'd like to be old once again and spend rainy days with you counting minutes till half past bliss.
just hand me a little of your enthusiasm and I'll give all of it right back, because I just want to know how big your heart is - my hands will hold it, even if they shiver, I have your cheeks to warm them.
I'll go to work, just to know you'll get the whole bed to yourself and you can sleep diagonally even - but I'll take a piece of you with me - no not hair, not flesh...but just a thought of morning breath, of my babies floating about in your belly.
With a smile I'll greet you and kiss you goodnight, then hold my own hands that are attached to your body as I watch you sleep and dream of me, be it in colour or monochrome, I know we'll be just as happy as we are in reality...me with my crown and you with a halo of love-light.

Thorn-Wrapped Hope

Regret and choking sadness reign,
even the tears hold back.
Relief is too dear.

Just pain,
constant and overwhelming.

Though I may not be worthy,
but even the lowliest of dogs..
deserves a heart.

Then again,
hope never dies nor are dreams forgotten.

There's always light at the end f the tunnel.
Though it could be an on coming train,
what if it is heaven bound?

Mine

I write these words with a borrowed pen,
upon borrowed paper.
Even the thoughts, I borrowed
but what I feel is truly mine;
thats why I am a poet

Regret

She stabbed me in my heart
with her shoes on.
And left me standing there dripping.
I was hurt, but uninjured;
then I realised that the only constant companion
is regret

a poem that could have been....

I once had an idea...
but sadly I lost her
so I write this poem
as an ode to my lost thought