pills and alcohol

if.

if all the pills and alcohol

could wipe the slate clean;

then what would the night slumbered dream?

a provoked moon.

a late moon shines and watches the midnight shadows

dance within the footing trees below.

sought bare skin glows.

if all the pills and alcohol

could wipe the slate clean;

then whispers would waken the dream.

the Michigan snows jilted

and left the lakes in a scarcity.

the sun will set

and still burn off to the west of Pittsburgh.

if all the pills and alcohol

could wipe the slate clean;

then what would the night slumbered dream?

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severed

found myself wrapped up in a chain

and sacrificed my sanity.

turned in my reality

for something that made me go insane;

it was a losing game from the beginning.

all in a moment,

her beauty will draw you in

and make you forget where you have been.

hypnotic thought beats in a heart;

and make you forget where it all starts.

her web, you will find

window shop in her welcoming glass;

and buy into her poisonous ass.

 found myself wrapped up in a chain

and sacrificed my sanity.

turned in my reality

for something that made me go insane;

losing game.

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when desire sings

our eyes meet

and stares deep.

a look so strong

it grabbed my soul.

and there she was

before me.

a sip of wine;

and all seems fine.

through the two glasses

candlelight golden dances.

nervous lips of a soft quivering kiss.

a patio breeze sweeps past the blooms.

my fingers sing over her skin up her arm;

ever so delicately my hand cups her head.

nervous lips of a soft, passionate, quivering kiss.

her touch waltzes through my emotions

calming each one; one by one

our eyes meet

and stares deep.

a look so strong

it grabbed my soul.

and there she was

before me

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when solitude knocked

a letter sent ;

left unopened and thrown away.

a cold snowy wind once blew

and now disappears when solitude knocked.

 find all that is free;

dig deep –

a thought left incomplete.

in the rain

the raindrops fell and found

all to that was bittersweet

a letter sent ;

left unopened and thrown away.

a cold snowy wind once blew

and now disappears when solitude knocked.

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i’m on fire

i’m on fire

and i’m tired of talking about it

tight as entwined fingers,

we once were.

the perfume drifts in the secret

and perhaps a distant thought pricks.

i lived within the definition of the game.

and i’m on fire;

i’m tired of talking about it.

her hair, soft and elegant

i fell in love once

and that was the only time.

to trust and to be burned,

it was all a lesson learned.

find me, soft rains in lonesome days

the woman once i knew disappeared

and left me in the season of wanting

the woman once i knew disappeared

where did she go?

i do not know

i fell in love once

and that was the only time.

her hair entwined between my fingers

her warn summer skin once melted with mine

now freezes in an iced moment cubed

i would have taken her empire.

i’m on fire

and i’m tired of talking about it.

tight as entwined fingers,

we once were.

the perfume drifts in the secret

and perhaps a distant thought pricks.

i lived within the definition of the game.

and i’m now on fire.

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a favoured waltz

in the upstairs window,

the waltz glided across the floor.

in the candlelight flickering,

someone sets themselves free.

the scab of what had been torn off

and the memories just bled out

locked inside of a prison of self reflection,

in the upstairs window,

the favoured waltz glides across the floor.

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in the slumber of falling stars

when the daybreak was watching patiently,

the hush in emotion from yesterday was packed away;

driven away into some dusk coloured sky faded fast.

nay! never once did i look back!

never once was there a look back in a second guess.

so when slumber fell across the stars

the collection of reminders

drifted and sailed away in the moonlit ocean current

all that were in the moonshadows,

all that were in the slumber of falling stars

and to all that were in the action of letting go

the daybreak was watching patiently.

the hush in emotion from yesterday was packed away

in the slumber of falling stars

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in the morning sands

 

……in the morning waves

the faces of soft sounding crashes roll ashore.

dawns first light in a sunrise grandeur.

the day births and peeks through a blanket of grey morning haze;

pinks and oranges blend; colour sky fusion!

give way for the blue sky day;

thrown away thoughts sail into the gulf; seagulls squawk.

a warming breeze wraps itself around my skin

under the midday’s sun

the sand, soft and white;

sits and rests under the shade of the palm.

through the morning waves,

the faces of soft sounding crashes roll ashore.

dawns first light sparkles in a sunrise splendor.

when the sunrise awoke,

the day is created

and peeks above the tranquil horizon…..

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another dreaming tale

4 a.m., the alarm of several screaming diesel machines.

the plume of smokestack signals.

and in that, some find the need for a cup of brewed coffee beans.

there found, on the horizon, the daylight tickles.

 

lost in a dreamed sea;  that is me.

a dawning fog rolls over the waves of thought.

oars that paddle but never to a shore sought.

on the midnight ocean black; shine on silver slivered moon.

 

the beginning always meets the end

and one day the right words will mend.

take off, and the plane will send

a delivered need of emotions hemmed.

 

a break in the bone,

and find the fool all alone.

a look in the mirror,

and find that fool looking back.

 

lost in a dreamed sea;  that is me.

a dawning fog rolls over the waves of thought.

oars that paddle but never to a shore sought.

on the midnight ocean black; shine on silver slivered moon.

 

 

c. 2015 bgw