"Withering rose,

Oh why do you lose your petals?"

"My petals, are tears that weep for him.
Like layers of myself that peel and die
In the wait
Of aching time.

I dry up for I am not watered.
I sink and rot
In my absence of his memory.
He has forgotten me."

How do I write about a restless heart's
Simple plight?

So, so simple.

I only ask that you join me
In connection to the Light.

The lies abound.

The hatred is so heavy.

The agony is unbearable.

The weight of crushing loss and pain.

Mouths and hearts
Silenced for too long.

Beauty lost in corruption.

Hot tears stream down the faces
Of the slaves of the system nationwide.

"Let go.. let go.. let go.."
I whisper to them.

Love in the fellowship of same blood.

Is there no way
To love our fellow man?

Is there no way
To love?

Forgiveness.
Forgiveness,
Will be our salvation.

(Sonnet)

In the drugs of the airs so nearly
By her, deep in delusions of youth,
I followed dry some salt seas soul,
Blinded by a siren, in the sundials,
Of her dark, entangling, dire red hair.

My soul was unmembering and lost,
My body, tided to the moons glows
And pull, she rowed us deep before
Dawn, and a drowning mans shanty
Cut my ears.  Was not all dreamland?

Were the stars merely eyes that sailed
Into a sailors tall tales token etched on
Scrimshaw, of bones gut ghostly white?
Do mermaids in waves, pine for mortals?
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