Ah, but soft in a kiss and then gone. This is not a love poem but a poem of lust lost, lust lost but found afresh and anew. A new lust and spring, cleansed of spite of old and self. A return of not and never return need be to the rhyme and timing ofContinue reading “Ah, but Soft in a Kiss”
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The Battle, The Ballad, and The Girl : Epilogue
So it does end This constant and the like, another man does pay for his regret and his sins, in such a concrete compound. Lost is such a beautiful romance and so does a life breath on love less hopeless and fearless. 5/19/11
The Battle, The Ballad, and The Girl : Part IV
Well now our lies in the bowels and rags of the cage. Malnurished and nothing, He walks in and out day in day out each for his trials. Guilty with no remorse, and locked away. Our hero does go, for now he is at his low. No love, No home, No woman, and no allie.Continue reading “The Battle, The Ballad, and The Girl : Part IV”
The Battle, The Ballad, and The Girl : Part III
He did break his strength and he did get to know this woman of heartbreak and sin. He fulfilled his debt by fulfilling her lust but no thoughts of this witch lived inside his head. Only the beauty of the one he lost lived on. He slept with this woman, in scorn in hatred andContinue reading “The Battle, The Ballad, and The Girl : Part III”
The Battle, The Ballad, and The Girl: Part II
The Cards of logic stop man from such fates. Yet no. The cruel man lay down at the hands of the other. A smoking barrel and sting paranoia as the rush away began. So lies dead the worthless soul that did rob our hero. So off into the world of fugative he did run. WithContinue reading “The Battle, The Ballad, and The Girl: Part II”
The Battle, The Ballad, and the Girl. PART I
And so begins such as a simple pair are born. To souls of opposite ends and sexs apart in the lines of North and South. What light she grew into of state and health, and such a rage did he. Drunk on his families toil in the vineyard, in any constant euphoric rush. Alone onContinue reading “The Battle, The Ballad, and the Girl. PART I”
The Ballad, The Battle, and the Girl : Prelude
And so now it begins, a constant angry and extensive rank and scroll of rage and charge. So of always used words and wards. Heart and soul and every poetic truth and cliche. So cruel in its delivery So Sweet in reward. Yet as is and as always, so uninsightful yet so. Shine and mareContinue reading “The Ballad, The Battle, and the Girl : Prelude”
