Familiar ol’ sage

The home is the end,
& I’ve been told of a sight similar,
In greens & lushes of familiar smell,
I live & I simmer...
The frail are new & are now the sprouts,
The hurt flutter’s a sound & so does the waged bout.
I wriggled out of a world I knew of once,
The sounds & its tinkers still spells me bound...
Lead me astray, the deeds,
History & in its boring tales,
The real page turner was the last gyrate...
Over & again in a beginning,
The hurt of a moment that had me changed,
Still plays-acts along like a child...
Given up-the long lost pieces & haunts its pomp’s,
Aha! Here is where I skipped a tale & a narrate..
Was I then dead! The pain in me has me still around!

Lost & Found'

Quit a mortal ground, in my latest strands of whimpered a life,
The hays greener here somewhere & in still around..
Dead’s been revisiting-love & life of a has been,
Hold ,me thrill me-love me, like a faced not before dead!
Same the world’s, same love- same plays of age,
Try me-test me-lean on me..the world’s still the less a brutal..
All with me..play on along-take a ride & ask in it a part for me,
Stammer a world’s-of long lost & found,
In memories of hurt, a tale of years borne & gone..
The life of seclude & in thorn of blooded hurt -a thing,
The whimper & in tale’s of you lost & found’

Atlantis; sunk here's a paradise'

Surrounded in rising of a sea’s shore,
Lying-in being washed & carried insecure,
conk & await I of a breath long gone,
Washed long adrift & away, in my gore is a hurt..
The world’s turned back & walls it built are here long gone,
The depth at it’s rained confines, is used to my kind,
Burns first the last of a smile –in maelstrom I am alive,
Will I be a concoct, a story that is heard only in precludes of hurt?
Strum me a last-the sea-shells & in voices that last,
Words that fit in my vested heart!

(anon..blasphemy of mermaids & angel)

‘Slapstick feet’

Scratched & in wraith,tattered here my rags,
Adroit alas for once in life..
The wails here are in walls confined.
I chalk a life in trips off the seen,
The changes I lived & from a ruse for blind’s..
It’s blazing suns-a tales been told,
I am caught in a hunger-famished my soul,
Delirious tales & a sojourn life,
Outlast a run the other to each’s night..
A rain was nice & a wait too..
Transpired in time’s a gamut grew,
In slapstick tale’s & it’s resects,
Of my walk & your feeble steps’

Was & in had-of my poltergeist’

Cold hurts..& the one’s that didn’t,
Grilled in captive I’m by it’s time’s..
Rotate where & burns..my sun’s light & in it’s sprinkle,
Tinkers the sounds of summer,
Evened in hurt a knowing-of being alright,
Lurk’s a hurt of a time when rift it came to life.
Little straights of road, the hunting grounds,
The rest are ‘spersed with pieces of my,
Bottled like a wine, know me by a smile I bring high,
Stop in my dark-the world be a treason & I a righteous knight’

Less a cusp & the shine.

The realm of young & their world of love so bright,
Hurts a tale as it lives & leaves ..
Evil falls suddenly & in slowing gazes,
To stall a doom, the years will not wait..
Frost is silent in their talks,
The warmth eludes of distances they jump across..
Travestied, the one that finds a reason-a turn,
The left is the stone that refutes a light & it’s burn,
Maybe the light is antique & is the time..
Is my gaze twinged & refuting to leave me by?
Anything would better the silent tale’s,
The pieces I broke, the world you once help made…
Epiphanic I smile-cleansed they are-no more mine’s,
Dark showers-December too now rains,
Clenched & in grasps..In familiarities of glasses frail,
Hid in my smile’s maze..an espial-of dreams & it's tale’

Mirror’s & their feigns'

Tracks lose their clothes,
Gates their guiding star,
& an urn of my filled trawls..
Leave me..stay not with nor in me,
First snow & the receding dearth,
Pain & in the given up of the slain,
Hear me-Hurt not me..
I am another done deed,
Contraband of the again began,
Mirror’s & their feigns!