Should pyramids to dust return,
And tears to soul to rain distilled,
And Sun from end to start will burn,
To love from flesh, at last, we're freed.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

Don't say words in midnight silence.
For a bird like me might become a crow and pick at your heart and eat your soul. I don't mean to be built this way. But, you came to me in a off day. Okay its true. I'm ******* off everyday but, I try to be true. No that's a lie. Its all lie's. Just get away. Its best for both. Cause, you know I will.......no you don't know! You don't ******* know me. To be real. I've been played before. I don't even trust my sister next door. We don't have a chance. See,.. I trust no one. Not even myself. Its best you stay away, until you feel no more. In fact get the **** out.
I once dreamed about a guy like you. But I'm damage goods.
I will never be . I will never see. I will never be free. I will never be once more. Sure its look good in the out. But,I 'm a girl that will never be without.
So, I'm doing you a favor when I say get the **** out.

Windy as news, at ends of a line,
When eyes are lone, exhausting,
A whisper once grew into dream
And all the world set fire in song.

Love came unbidden in a dour day,
When time was low and everlasting
And sorrow painted its oils on skin,
Framed a tableau as live as nothing.

Love flamed in boxed, hopeless air,
Little words she dropped then fairly
And I was rapt under crush of light,
By eyes, she gifted without shame.

A sofa in the wheatfield,
The moon, the wind-swept stars,
Your head so light
On this arm pillow.
I cannot move the pen.
It's hard to write a poem.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

Deities' messengers
On fishing rod alight—
Pair of damselflies.*

© 2015 J.S.P.