poems

I compose but words are no more Than coffee grounds in the last cup Of a banquets urn They wear gold rags these words They cover nothing much, they are useless In dressing the nude flesh Of every moment spent In servitude of truth. I will lie for the sun is a lie That warms the world The idea it rises for us Is no more than thinking A bridge is the gorgeous dream Of a river.

The desperate angels beckon, Forlorn in rusty desire,  Kneading need patiently, Strong-handed, Angels of dusty sorrow In a ditch of half-remembered days, Hands fluttering as bats stutter In the evening; The desperate angels beckon In chastened attire (Though black as the heart of the matter); My hastened tomb bears witness Of my last breath; The burnt embers reside in the shadows Of the room; The windswept angels of the moor Bind my fleshmade shroud; Horses glisten in the blackened rain; Steam rises, blending with the mist.

oh love my love where are you you knw i do miss you you do do u? distance between you and me is so vast i cant touch cant feel u oh love neither can i leave u i can fight the world but fight with u never do last u r my poison but mine u are u kill me everyday but to u i come wherever u are i cant leave u nor u can stay with me oh u are so cruel u hurt me with the pain of million deaths but a second with u gives me heaven greater than wht is promised by thousand faiths oh darling just give a kiss from ur poisoned lips and let me die only once with nothing but a little peace u hav made me brave ,u have taken my fears but u dd also robb me of tears my eyes burn in pain but i cannot cry i cannot cry no matter how much i try oh love my love where are you you knw i do miss you you do do u?