Oh So

Oh so much 

Oh so little 

I fell apart 

Before becoming brittle

And I still stood strong

When I could not

And I still felt arms

When there’d be none

And I felt for thee, for yeah

How’d I’d ever come some 

But forget ye, me 

How’d I’d ever love one

I’d not a hand or pan

On my life nor mine

A simpleton of thine

And I don’t expect 

Any expectancy 

Since I’d n’er be one

Nor any of thee 

And they still don’t like

Any piece of me 

Guess I had and would 

And moments to be ‘stood

And flattened that piece

I’d never had it all of this

I miss you friend of love

I miss you and you were done 

We had a minute, oh sweet it was

We had a quick brush of love 

And you’re gone and so am I

Tides a flowing forthwith of a tithe 

Tides come back on our hides!

Oh thank and thanks be well

I’ve still lived and I’m still well

And better yet to know of you

And farther than I had wished still 

However this plays our piece 

Granted one grace of this 

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Nothing Could Ever Be This Love

You wanna give with ties that bind

Thinking that I would never find

Your bonds have blues and hues, cues

Had I known, I’d not take it true

I could never quite be of this

But you wanted a shake of it

Nothing that is and nothing can be of

Nothing could ever be this love

There’s no connecting right thereof

Nothing could ever be this love

The tides were tough in your stead

And laying on me was your thread

To explain away your heart

When the discord was your art

And play away at my feet

When I’d never asked your feat

Nor asked any of any your qualms

Nothing could ever be this love

You laid them straight in arms

Nothing could ever be this love

I’d wished for transparency 

For I’d trusted it given me

But I cannot find it now, I cannot find it now

Nothing could ever be this love

Nothing could ever be this love

Nothing could ever be this love

Nothing could ever be this love

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I Keep Writing Poems

I keep writing poems

You keep placing bombs

I want all my meanings 

To be close to love psalms

You want to fry all

Your cooking pot to roost

You want all the bygones

Keep focus on your roast 

You have no deeper thoughts

Than what you have to boost 

I’d never felt more shambles

Than some offering of the too

When a witness has to ramble

To make sense of the root

And explain away the silliness 

Of grown men for the truth

Who only brags to offer 

When none more is to  boot 

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You Ask a Song

You ask a song 

True of thy fire

Asking of me

If I so desire

And if I could

Or would or should 

If I’d had the passion

Or the desire

You asked of flakes 

A snow that plays

For the break 

Into the haze

A blizzard into

My soul, my face

A storm until

My senses arise

And I can find 

Your breath of mine eyes 

I may recover

A bit of my tithes 

A sanctioned set until

I return to the battle hill

N’er do until thee does

Ne’er for exacting love 

And ne’er to done still

A one act of acting will 

Thy love, thy truth, thy vine 

Thy search of ever-last of mine

I cannot, will not break

I shall not heed not for thy spake

I stand for, to be thy break

The ever-last forsake 

Us all and will be for of

The greatest lord Thereof

He’s her and for us one

The everlasting One

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Two Kinds of Swords

Two kind of swords 

Two swords of none

Two ways to see

Two swords are done 

Why’n offer three

A place to run

Why’n send of thee

A shelter of sun

We break the mark

We break the boughs

Forsake the sake

Our sacred vows

I come to thee for remittance

I plea for the comeuppance 

Shall we stake the heart

Or a fast near be?

Shall we break apart 

This blasphemy?

I will not doubt

Be straightest  of

I will not cower 

The blatancy of 

The truth that deems

The power fold

The truth that feels

Higher than told

I will but seem 

A slayer to 

Souls that we

Are apart thereof 

And so we will and so we will be  

And so we are and so we will for 

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