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I over-heard people talking,
I didn't mean to, really,
I was just walking by
and those fragile faces
caught my eye.

But anyways,
I didn't catch it all,
so I can only guess,
why those two fragile faces
seemed so out of their place.

From what I did hear, though,
I can assure you, those faces needed help
but what to say, huh, I wouldn't know,
truth be told,
"Ehmm? Excuse me? Hi? Hello?"

I can't tell you what they talked about,
I hope you understand,
so please don't be mad at me,
it's not that I don't trust you,
I'm just being careful, see?

Lets cut to the point, though,
I have a favour to ask.

If you see these two,
and I promise you'll know when you do,
offer them help,
if you have the power to
for what they're going through,
everyone will go through, too.
Your gaze stays with me
as I reflect deeply
on our brief encounter,
nestled between setting sun
and break of dawn.

On the wings of lust
we burned away
the hours of night,
peeling back layers
of entrapped pain,
alive with pleasure

setting one or another free
in a sea of  love.

If you could agree,
Dear One,
to let that love,
as vast as the ocean,
like a wave
land upon my shores
again and again...

I would show you
How deep and far
these waters reach
Bargaining for love...
Lest you are playing tricks on me
Let me warn you

I can make time stand still
and the moon dissappear

I can change the course of winds
and orchestrate waves to rise,
flooding plains and barren lands

lest you are playing games

I will open a portal
where we spin out of time,
hurl through space
and land on Mars.

But the one thing
I can't do
Is figure out if
you are playing games,
or is is that you just don't care
for me ?
Comic spin on power and the lack thereof :) Why can't I make you text me when I want to hear from you!  lol.
awarness that is nearly tangible
--clenched in a moral fist where it will thrive amongst the genius, the vile and the emotionally crumbled
You
I know what I want,
But I'm not sure it's what you want, too.
It's almost obvious,
the whole world thinks I'm in love with you.
What you do to me,
boy, do they have no clue.
I don't want to show them what you're like
or why my eyes light up every time I see you.
I'll just keep it to myself
until I figure out what to do.
I remember the old tree with apples galore
Which lived in our garden right near the back door
His branches were twisty with all sorts of knots
With fruit to feed many, from a time once forgot!

He looked really posh with his head in the air
And he was my friend and long hours we did share
Up high in his branches where birds sometimes flew
In a make believe kingdom where dreams did come true!

When needing escape from the trivia’s of school
I’d climb high in his branches and wept like a fool
I’d tell him my downfalls and he’d lend me his ear
Then he’d rock me so gently, and away went all fear!

The old house we lived in was too old for repair
Then an order was served, to evict us from there
In the garden of my childhood where things came to pass
Mere mortal and nature,with a fondness to last!

So I’ll remember the old tree with apples galore
Whom lived in our garden right near a back door
There was more to the old tree than apples or wood
His branches held comfort, and his heart had much love!

© by LynnKaren
He didn't look like Willis, Wayne or Lee to me
but
she called him Bruce and I could see
he was the star of the show
and not me.

Quite sad really
I tattooed infidelity
indelibly
on the front cover
of a Woman's magazine
and
I knew that she'd seen it

and I caught
a bus
to Stockport
no fuss
just running away
and there'll be another Bruce
any day now

how does one cope
when this world that I live in
is the one without hope?

I could change my name
up my game and
call myself Clark
and
live down in Kent or
in the metropolis
but
I like being Cyril
really
I do.
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