The miners’ spines have slipped their discs, made crooked by the sack
Containing all those minerals and dignity in chunks,
In lightless labyrinth lunacy their fingernails turn black,
Their faces smeared in shadow like the cassocks worn by monks…
Lambasted love couldn’t even minds
That shall float now, forever,
Be born again to be dead, gone.
That is life’s nature; it quite binds,
Creating love in ways clever
In order that worlds may move on.
Could you will to enquire where we are caught,
And why the ball of fire has not touched us?
Give it some time, give what’s been said a thought
Before you put your questions, making fuss.
I saw thy awed eyes loudly doubting me
Isled, raw thy flawed sighs howled, in silence yelled
Eyed flawed, awful lies ruining me, thee
Thy augured thoughts then soundly themselves quelled.
My face had wilted and withered and waned,
Revealing every pain, emotion, thought;
And there was not one thing I could have gained
Had I not written ’bout what my mind fought.
We can be each other’s love if you will;
Shall I beseech you thus to feel my love
So both may joy in little things, have fun?
Be guided not by fame but one’s own will!
In shame, guilt and regret we shan’t down bow;
Love. Oh, that feeling we should not once shun.
The sky will house us, I say with no doubt;
Of course, the Earth will take care of our feet.
But would that we dwelt within not but out
so we may make these planets our strong fleet.
What if I told you moons two were beheld
that glimmered and shone like those diamonds mined?
I ween the halcyon days you’d call to mind
when we spoke of the sky, stars, acts withheld.
Have ever thou enquired what brought us here?
This place with no end seems fraught, strange, and odd.
The stars at night witnessed do not appear
at morning when the Sun above glows hard.
I when look into your eyes vivacious,
Behold I all the airs you did cultivate.
I mind days those you were bit flirtatious,
at times hark back to those nights intimate.
Were I a bird, would I sure fly that high?
As high as eyes yours can now see, my mate.
And from above would I see this sea’s fate?
That flows illumined by the stars in sky?
Do you think I would find out what is sly
by seeing through the sky, the strange estate?
Or ween do you that I just might predate
With wings that could engulf the worlds too nigh?
You look at me with what I call a smirk,
And your thoughts are kept hidden from my soul.
These are the thoughts that deep within just lurk.
Is there a thing that might just make them whole?
The worlds fourteen In You Quite Finely Dwell,
Of all the causes You’re the only cause;
Will You what’s true come forward now and tell?
So I may quick unlearn what’s known as false?
What suggests autumn’s beginning you think?
Time when leaves assume hues more than seven.
Green turns orange, black, red, even dark pink.
Having tea with bun is purely fun when.
When spluttered thou hard did not self take heed?
Remember this self calmed thy nerves quite soon.
In thy book you thought this self had no need;
But love suppressed made self a wholesome goon.