Saturday, August 11, 2007

No Comment No Guilt

comment guilt
a mere poke
of a rapier
with a heart
broken hilt.
the pen is mightier
than the sword
rocks
turn to gravel
sand
to silt

no comment no guilt ..like flowers kept to dry and wilt.

lets be friends,,for the sake of our friends of friends

put to grave the comment and the guilt.

love as a house

that on a quicksand I built

so much and no more

seminal poetic thoughts

that I spilt ..

but you nor your megalomaniac emotions

I could not tilt..

decapitated dreams

disembodied soullesly


gasping ..life sinking away

on a borrowed heartless quilt

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