Shattered

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Shut out, shattered

Indifference is a slap, a punch, a kick

Repeated, it feels like a mugging

It’s pain all its own

Feeling unwanted, unloved is death

Where the heart beats

but is unfeeling

The soul tries to soar,

falls each time

To be told you are loved

Talk to you soon

Then silence as deafening

as a graveyard afternoon

Better off dead with the dead

Nothing for nothing

Guilt and shame hid but seen, felt

like love deceased, useless

The End?

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Rain on skin
Salt in the blood
It doesn't get any better
than this
Ripping ties earthbound
Seeking love in death
What could be
More romantic than
The end?

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Tiger Through the Rose Bush

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The blood the prick
Thorn elects
Goads is a gift on the land
Parched by invaders from up north
Two footed and four

Cat of stripes and rare gripes
Ambles through thickets swims through flows
It minds not the cuts remind it it’s beast
The biggest one on any block

Growling mewling mood dictates
Humidity this deep calls for waters
From below and above

Tiger beauty and death
Is god to the famished

Twice

(For Gift)

Bitten, my loves, bit,
ate their hearts
Out, over a jewel they are not: cannot be, have.
Had felt it just twice in six.
Years go by like
so many sweet spells.
Sour fuels, nervous energy
keep me running.
I stumble & don’t notice,
too late, too deep, the wound –
Smiles & bleeds.
I fight & get worse.
I hurt & curse. We fight.
Have I fought enough for peace, for friends, for trust, for tranquility?
For complacence, I don’t do anything.
The feeling runs its own course.
One does not notice until it’s beside you.
Neck to neck, heart to heart.
You can’t keep hungry hearts apart.
Born to run, afire from the start.
Corny is just another word
For love’s the truth.
Told her.
Went for broke.
Nothing & all.
Wasted.
Was that all there was to it?
Get close, then get lost?
Spilt, nothing saved.
The floor’s still cold.
Warm, as long as the sun stays.
It will go away, for sure.
One got away in silence,
three years stretched.
One about to,
Go away. Away, yeah, away.
Scat!
Twice bitten, I died. I die. I keep on dying.
Damn death deadbeat heart hurts.