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A New Age in RomanceIn an age of romance that's bludgeoned to death
I've always found words insufficient, bereft
Of the depth that I wish to convey,
Nay, gestures, caresses say all I could say.
"A moonlit veranda", a "stroll through the sands",
My dear I'm Italian, I talk with my hands!
Now this discourse while seeming a hypocrite's song,
Is quite to the contrary, because I was wrong:
Yes, words, overused, mistreated abused,
Have lessened their weight and left some unenthused.
Your heart would not flutter (I'd probably shudder)
To hear love-sodden lines first by Romeo uttered.
So instead of a ballad of pomp and devotion,
Let me divulge this one simple notion:
I love you, I cherish the time by your side,
Be it painting or cycling or hearing Clem Snide.
You're the garments a feline puts on before bed,
You're the knees of an insect on honey that's fed.
True ColoursRefuse I am refuse I am refuse I refuse
The judgment day of slanderous decay
Is all I have to lose.
My banging heart it beats anon
Not strong, but weak I'm weak I'm weak
And all my secrets I will keep.
I bleat I bleat, look at my feet
Solitary grief is sweet.
A slender thread of strongest twine,
It cuts into my fingers
As I reel in the line.
It lingers in the waters deep,
I'll be dragged under, ere I sleep.
SleepGo to sleep my queen, link hands with bawdy seraphs and lie you in the night's cool embrace. Fly this place and topple solitude's cacophonous tones, and light the fools till no more dusty deaths will end their lot. And be not forgot in blooms of cherished caresses, dust thy lips with seasoned kisses on the bleak edges of fading light.
AtticusAtticus attacks on yon hillside,
His boastful methods evidence of pride.
One fraught with danger, yet you strive
To bring down your foes, take none alive.
My wrists leak life into my lap,
I watch the progress of Yggdrasil's sap.
And there he stands all strong and new,
Atticus laughs and I laugh too.
The boastful banter blares anon:
"Steel thy courage, prepare, be strong."
Oh Atticus, wherefore do you
My wrists attack and hillsides too?
Go, and leave me to my bower.
Sweet entombment, jaded flower.
Nothing else compares.
I'm far too frail to mount the stairs.
And whilst the world is unawares,
I'll dispense with temporal affairs.
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