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-THE LAST TEMPTATION-Is it of you or not my love I cannot tell the way,
Of every emotion every sense that clouded me today.
It was your face I saw but now it was just colder than before,
I tried in patience to live true and look in you for more.
I gave for thee the chances bled of many a poets poem,
I wrote to thee a legends lore and left the rest for home.
I did indeed hope hopefully that yes perhaps you will,
But see in me the light in you and deliver yourself from ill.
I tried at long to taste your lips but bitter endless nights,
Kept me knocking at your door so closed it was from sight.
I tried to give so much of love for much I have indeed,
But dear of mine you shut me out, and left my crumbs in need.
I thought perhaps the temp in me to leave the road for you,
Was what would bring my fall if I should ever follow you.
And so of old I left your side and hurt your loving heart,
Until you sought for vengeance my dear and chased my soul apart.
I understood my wrong, and yes I kissed your cheek,
-ALL THAT I HAVE WRITTEN-Does ink rejoice with every strike, every stroke and scratch,
As pen in hand like needle knits, each clothing may it patch.
Does paper tremble as the cuts of bleeding hinder it,
Do tears of joy and pain regret each line of soul and wit?
Do seconds count the aching years that passed away beyond,
Do memories recall in all the past with now that bond?
Do stars still fall outside up high in skies I cannot see,
Do moons fill up and travel on before and after me?
Do eyes of love look into me and rush to seek away,
Away from all the pain I've shed to a better brighter day?
Does lust now hinder in my words and tremble as I write,
Do words form tongue and speak along by side of me at night?
Do rivers run as once before I have but long to see,
So caged within four walls I am still trying to find the me.
Do all the forest, valley mountains drink from waters near,
All those afar from deserts dead that long to drink with dear.
Do you recall the time we spent but moments or yet more,
Was it eternity
-TO COUNT THE DAYS-My love you beat eternally along the heart in me,
I hear you pound within my chest and sweat runs over thee,
I seek to hold and touch your skin but not without respect,
And so I run my finger tips through your dark hair and neck.
Down your back so smooth and curved the silky dress now slips,
It falls and makes the waves of seas around your postured hips,
Your hands held tightly close to you and hiding still in fear,
Your shoulders tremble to and fro with love so shy and clear.
I kiss thy lips and fade away my hands around your past,
The bed sheets welcome your sweet form as you lay in your lust,
The stars sing on with symphonies and music from above,
The angels dance and drink in wine with grapes and fruits of love.
The music reaches both our ears and in our passions rest,
We count the stars within the sky the moons and all the rest.
The river by the window view sparkles in the light,
I hold you tightly in my arms and throw away the night.
To count I try the days that passed but memory
-THE POETS WAY-No words they speak my Dearing pen,
You write away with joy and ease,
Weave the tears of poem and tale,
Weave the tales of years and years.
Of lust you speak and rob from me,
Each word I think you shatter void,
So low a call within it calls,
Mouth don't speak yet hand is free.
My oh my what perils behold,
The new of age before me now,
I try in mind to seek the way,
But all I know is that of old.
And sweet it is the smile of love,
Her eyes in mine as one alone,
As wine my blood so sweet it pours,
My heart now filled with deeper love.
One is far and one is near,
The sun shines by my side.
Moon it sheds a lonesome tear,
And all I say I write with pride.
Sweet in me the voice within,
I hear I call and no one hears,
And so the pen in ink I dip,
So that to write I shall begin.
But ink is also few to spare,
The pages end and time flows on,
Each day each love a tale to shed,
And few with heart are those who care.
Ever on the pages flow,
Ending all each one by one,
And all I see come
-THE AGELESS-Each moment that passes now written in gold,
A legend of old, engraved now so bold,
In heart and soul where memory goes,
And only one knows, his past as he flows,
Through time and space to find of his own.
Tremor and tragic the loss as it was,
Each loss was of those, those shadowed filled loves,
That taught him well what love never was.
And now with a clear mind he treads on again,
Strength in his hand, as free now a man.
Every but second and every but word,
Each step that he took, now written in book,
His past all one in present and now,
How clearer somehow,
When all that he done passes fore his own frown.
He is not of this world no more as he sees,
His past yond the seas, and futures to ease,
And soothe the pain that taught him so well,
Of sweet sour and swell, the flower filled smell.
For love is only the last of remains,
Within him it stains, that light in his veins,
That love that reaches with joy past his pains.
With all that is written by side of his joy,
He heads on ahoy,
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