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Tryst Sep 2015
Most of who you used to be, atomically,
is not the same as who you see, anatomically;
your atoms float off fancy free, autonomically,
and right now could be part of me, astronomically!

Or maybe a tree.
Tryst Aug 2015
Thy tallow flame burns brighter than the rest, my love,
Warming the jealous heart within my breast, my love!

Thou art the envy of all lovers' lovers eyes,
Thy whim commands me unto thy behest, my love!

Arcadia proffers to thee her beauty throne
Where shepherdesses gather to attest, my love!

Wild winter plants her lilies over autumn crown,
Setting pure ice born crystals for thy crest, my love!

Yggdrasil bows and offers thee a fledgling branch,
A gnarlèd sceptre, life and spirit blessed, my love!

Erato guides old Argo unto Colchis bay,
Thy stately robes to fetch from hydras nest, my love!

All-seeing Delphi Oracles gaze heavenward,
To beg thy wisdom (or they lied and guessed), my love!

And I, your humble servant Tryst, declare to thee,
Thou art my sacred never-ending quest, my love!
Tryst Aug 2015
Quick-draw five card stud
Dealt a bullet on fifth street --
    Full house cashes out.
According to legend, Wild Bill Hickok was murdered whilst holding 2 pairs, aces and eights, in a game of 5 card stud poker.  The remaining card remains a mystery, however given he took an extra bullet to the head, I guess he cashed out with a full house.

"Fifth street" is the term used when the fifth card gets dealt.
A hand with two aces and eights has since been known as the dead man's hand.
Tryst Aug 2015
Your laughing eyes filled up my cup of yore
When summer flowed in endless streams, yet when
Sure-footed feet were swept out from the shore
Then time unkindly turned our now to then.

You laughed and yet your eyes revealed in you
Deep secrets hidden down within the deep
Blue oceans of your soul, that guard the blue
Keep of your moated castle where you keep

Those inner thoughts you dare not share and those
Which weave a spell as tho' some haggard witch,
Nose misshapen, had snorted from her nose
Rich veins of silver bound to make her rich.

Long not for treasured silence e'er life long,
Song gifts the world and those who gift their song.
Tryst Aug 2015
Night and Dawn,
Two lovers lorn
To languish unrequited

Their fingers strain
To touch in vain,
Yet never be united

In dreams they roam
Sunrise to gloam,
Entwined till evening wakes

On mountain halls
When first:

Night falls

And then, alone:

*Dawn breaks.
Tryst Aug 2015
Between each sunrise
And each sunset,
A day will demise
And the world will forget

The dreams of the dreamers
Who struck ne'er a sail,
Who stowed away genius
For fear they might fail --

Raise up a fine banner,
Set course on a whim,
Be aloof in your manner
And never give in,

Shout 'Ahoy!' to each sunrise
And 'Hoorah!' at sunset,
It's the dream 'never dies
That the world can't forget.
Tryst Aug 2015
Sometimes, when I write,
Not on a whim of fancy flight,
No -- on a matter of desire,

Sometimes, I delve too deep
Like a dreamer lost in sleep
When all the world's afire

And sometimes, I think
This time I've passed the brink,
In my desire to learn

Through empathic guided dreams,
And this time, it seems
I might never return.
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