flowers, sunset, fading love.

THE DUSTY TOWN TALES.

MY HAIKU,

FLOWERS, SUNSET, FADING LOVE.

petals of white,

Sepals your camouflage,

On blooming, we with sight see you,

Their humming around you,

Attesting your alluring nature,

So, I pick you up for myself.

I AM JEALOUS AND SELFISH OF THE ADMIRERS..

But then, in my arms you start to wither.

WHY…!?

I lament.

are you not settled, … Am I not to tend to you?

afraid that in my arms you’ll grow on to be an unkempt hedge?

Well personifying you my rose, will seem absurd to my audience.

SO PRICK ME THAT I MAY KNOW YOUR STAND.

IF YOU CANNOT BE A POET, THEN BE THE POEM.

GHOST MESSENGER,.

DUSTY TOWN TALES.

And as i listened now,

HOW I PRAY YOU MAY LISTEN TO ME NOW.

I realized I had been deaf,

The words she so often whispered,

Now ricocheted through the void sired within me,

Now she was gone...

A while ago she had been here,

Tired of waiting for me to listen,

And as it settled deep within,

I was left with a distillate of regret,.

HOW I PRAY,

YOU. COME BACK…

And if not,

SEND YOUR GHOST.

AND i WILL listen.

COLD.

At times it gets too cold,

Emotions and feelings chilled, frozen to a permafrost,

Of an emptiness and an infinite emotional void,

And i sit waiting, hoping and anticipating for a gesture of mercy from you,

That you may thaw them out,

its synonymous to a clear night sky,

Where you stare into nothingness, yeah fucking nought.

But slowly, my grimace metamorphoses into a silent smile.

As the night sky is turned alive by the distant terrestrial constellation,

Steadily my heart paces up and down in the radiating warmth,

From within the upholstery of your individual being.

And slowly all I can do is but be thankful for being my,

CONSTELLATION.

MY CONSOLATION.

Hot and wet…Smouldering Vignette

Erotically captivating. Sure to erode all your emotions of solitude for in it shall your thoughts be carried within and the feelings evoked like a fire scorching you from within and one that only I shall be a able to quench.

a thousand years

Not only history but enchanting history.

SPIDERY.

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And as a spider weaves his trap in silk,

So shall I too in the rhythmic thumbing of my heart,

Shall I weave intricate lines on love-stained verses…

Awaiting patiently for his mesmerizing silk architecture to lure in a tenant into his deadly ‘chateau,’

So too will I patiently and hopefully trust for my sugar-coated words to hypnotize you into my awaiting embrace and grasp.

And when suddenly I am awakened from my love siesta as you fidget helplessly in my inextricable love snare,

Slowly and in meticulous knitting skills shall I weave you into a cocoon for myself ,

And in my love lust and blood lust for your scarlet love filled blood,

Shall i poison you with love filled words and poems which to your ears shall be like my spidery fangs that into your skin I shall be slowing perforating,

And in its petrifying power,

Shall I mummify your heart, that for me alone shall it beat.

Ill enslave you in my love and in this web ill have spun out of the love dripping out of me,

Shall I keep you as my souvenir.

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FADING LOVE.

Keep your face to the sunshine, and you can never see the shadow.

HELEN KELLER.

EXISTENCE.

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A nitid soul she was,

Now a backwash of a ferocious tide in a rather dwindling pool.

Still she held on to the imminent hope of the rains.

the petrichor she could smell, of the moistened soil from afar,

And as the wind kept blowing over her puddle of wet hope,

She knew soon she would cascade down the rifts and gulleys to her heavenly abode, the sea.

It was her dream.

Slowly it began to rise slowly,

Ripples filled her watery facade,

And the wetness well, she was accustomed to it,. it was what she was.

And just like the children,

In their immeasurable joy and unmatched laughter had they waded through her murky morphology,

She too now waded through the bone dry earth,

Which was now painfully metamorphosing into a rather grizzly ooze,

Sipping of her every ounce of water that that was her,

However in her laments she too left the dust rising from her wake in shrill cries before fully dissipating into the now fully expectant atmosphere all around,.

Freedom is all she left engraved on the earth with her watery ink; that dripped and swirled within; her; ink that was her,

And which she willingly sacrificed to make a way for herself,

Making her own self her prey that she could still ignite within her a fire of hope from her glistening drops of her soul.

And as she made swirls as she met with her idol,

Her god the sea,

Then did she know that then ultimately the sea would reign supreme over her,.

Now she no longer was,

She just faded in the vastness of the sea she had so much praised to find freedom in,

The turmoil of the vastness of the sea slowly quietened her trickling,

The uproars of the sea and her distorted ebb were not to be compared,

She had imagined it would be, but now it wasn’t,

FOR THEN SHE CEASED TO EXIST.

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FADING LOVE.

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Easy for you to comprehend, for it comes engraved on my face for you to see it,

But I prefer long statements, not short outbursts of love verses from within,

You my love,

Having eloped with my heart,

Leaving me for the heartless cadre,

HEARTLESS.

I can brood love no more,

It is futile,

Now I conform myself to a Constricted soul,

MYSELF…

A death inevitable,

This I cannot extricate myself from.

A fragment of you I hold on to,

A chip of the broken shattered love I still carry within.

THE PIECES TEARING AT EVERY SINGLE ATOM OF MY FREQUENTLY EMBROIDERED SOUL…

My melted, pulverized soul.

But you are the large portion of the puzzle to complete,

I need to fit in this chip a chip a part of your morphology,

A CHIP I HOLD ON FOR COMPLETENESS.

Retract your goodbyes,

Let them be bygones,

For still, I call out to you my fading lover,

Come lets repaint our fading love,

Maybe the portrait is worth some accolade from our audience,

I KNOW…

It wont be as it was before,

But who shall notice its blemishes…

You are my ink…

Without which my frail bristles cannot create nor conceive,.

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SUNSETS.

Your golden haze cascading from the horizon,

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Shimmering pools testify obstreperously of your beauty,

Though you are leaving,

Soon to be gone,

You leave an assurance of a renascence,

Hence grieving I will restrain from,

My days now a heartache,

But weeping I wont,

The sting of my tears will barricade me from a sensation,

That of a glowing radiance,

Like warm olive oil on my skin,

RESONANT OF OUR PAST.

So I bask in your glamour,

Like having your warm body on my naked skin,

MY REMINISCENCE,.

Now I am in a jinx as I stare at you.

And now I am certain,

That as you sink off into your heavenly bliss,

Those looking on from behind,

Are met by a cagey shadow I casteth coz of you,

A shadow, itself a cocoon of imperceptible feelings.

I compose an obituary for my setting sunset,

For in you I bury my forlorn emotions,

But optimistic of your upraise,

And so shall my heart like a PHOENIX…..

promise you heart to be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind. C.L