Atop the rock upon which i built
my sacred tower of stones that tilt,
she nibbles on the moss there grows;
Dainty, poised – her balance shows.
It could easily come crashing down
As shes turns herself nimbly around –
Destroying the pillar either by intent,
the result is the same, if its accident.
A precarious position i can only observe
in case my proximity breaks her nerve.
And so i pause with breath baited
hoping she spares what was created.
You’re still the one that i adore;
You’re still the one my heart beats for.
After all this time nothings changed
about how you make me feel deranged.
I can only hope you feel the same.
You’re still the one that i fight for;
You’re still the one who makes me soar.
After all this time i admire the way
you go about your day to day.
I can only wait for you to play.
You’re still the one i cant ignore;
You’re still the one i love for evermore.
After all this time everything is clear
about how you are to me so dear.
I can only dream you’ll reappear.
You’re still the one i love the more.
You’re still the one beauty and amor.
After all this time i want you back
to cure me of this heart-attack.
I can only wish that you accept.
Never say never
means I’ll wait forever;
come hail or shine
no matter the weather,
just long and pine,
busy with whatever.
Abiding such time
to the end’s sever.
Never say never
until we’re together;
again able to fly
like birds of feather,
we’ll soar in the sky
free from our tether.
With joy raise cry
for love’s endeavour.
The love still breathes
Tho the heart doth bleed;
While Hope seems lost
With such burdened cost.
Yet faith can renew
The dream i have with you;
For when we both believe
Then the love does breath.
The passions you planted here,
I water and watch them grow and shoot.
To keep them safe and dear,
Hoping they’ll someday bear their fruit.
My little love, my little bramble
Upon you i took a gamble.
With many spikes you cut n tear
Yet fruit delicious do you bear.
I cannot rid you from my mind,
Despite how you can be unkind.
Roots so deep n full of tangle;
Branches all around which strangle.
Oh sweet blackberry, wild n free;
How i wish you’d grow with me.
Initialled here, a message lies.
Longing for you, my heart flies.
Orchestrations there at play,
Violin and piano softly sighs –
Elevates the spirit beyond what may.
Yearning for love, that never dies;
Om i say, metta i pray
Until such time as our demise.
All and any thing before my eyes,
In it i see your face as overlay.
Jolts me awake each morn’ i arise
And when i rest at end of day.
Sweet, delicious bramble fruit;
So wild, untameable and free,
Made from darkest red bubbles.
You give my heart troubles.
Alas you are no longer for me.
Your taste like treasure and loot;
Rich, succulent, quenching juice
Made from the nectar you bear,
A flavour so wonderfully rare.
Woe now i must pull you loose.
Staunch, resilient blackberry root;
Diving deep in the soil,
Spikes guarding above and under.
Now I work to tear you asunder,
A labour with which i toil.
After, the earth burnt as soot;
Tears turning all to mud,
A scene horrifyingly full of gore.
I am lost, broke, beaten and sore,
Hands raw with blood.
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I know what I feel. I know it is real.
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Pierce Beckett 