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A Poem Again

Last poem I have about Sampson, maybe not my last one but this one is la fin of being the old-me and moving on slowly, and just being honest to be real.

Not a poem, not a ring

Not a cost, nor a thing

May profess my love for you.

Not a song—

It’s not a game—

Nor a lyric shall be sang

For  nothing speaks ‘I love you’

Than what three words from voice can do—

I loved you well,

I love  you still,

A hallowed hall shall forever be a place for you.

There, in my heart is this place

A special home of yours

An abode, held near and close to my soul

Not time, not distance

Not height, nor depth

Ever’ll sep’rate you from me

Yet in theory you shall be gone—

In my heart still are you strong!

Your mem’ry and eyes stay absolute

Never earth, nor air

Never love, or care

Never hate, or pardon

Lies, nor truth…

Never a poem nor a song….

Never height nor depth

Never distance, near or far

Forever nothing to steal you from my heart

 
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Posted by on September 2, 2011 in love, poetry

 

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Silver Bracelet

Now THIS is my favorite poem. Yet again it is about Sampson and this holds in 4 stanzas not my entire emotions but it’s pretty damn close to how I felt–or rather feel– about him. Trust me you’ll love it.

From the very first time that you I saw—

From your glor’ous eyes and blessed arms—

Have I been in love with you

A holiness about your smile

And an innocence in your heart;

I have ever so longed to dwell in companion

To the guiltless nature born you within.

Years have gone and days to follow

Yea have I spoken a lovely word

From afar I have you admired,

And from off have I cried this solemn tear.

Strong have I failed to stay;

To weakness and its depths have I fallen!

But know it do I, I am still in love with you

A token of my heart I did give to you

A silver piece from me to you

Does it glimmer as do your pure, sweet eyes

Its gleam to make my heart beat free—

Yet of this trinket wrapped still ‘round your wrist

I can only feel there is still a chance;

A chance that I can still love you

Tears have I fought

Lies have I silently told!

Days and years from me have fled!

Life of mine it wanes

Near’r my death arise

Aye, be there still that silver bracelet

With your name embossed forever there …

And my heartbeat in its core…

Whispering my zealous love for you…

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Posted by on September 2, 2011 in love, poetry

 

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Forever and Tonight

Giving up never ever seems right, and sometimes people just don’t get where you’re coming from, and that is what this is derived. Being a loving, friendly, person and making unforgivable mistakes and having to pay for every single one of them forever and eternity.

I’ve said all I can say
I’ve sang my last song
My heart has gone away
And left it a hellish blaze
I’ve loved; I did hate
Did I hate or have I loved?
My soul hath drift’d away
My spirit thither flee
Who held such control—
To take my life away?
Fate and Destiny elope here at once—
To show me what is to be my time
Gone forever; gone tonight;
Gone my bodily fervent light
Death to spirits!
Death to souls!
Death to my frail spirit and soul.
Tears to my eyes,
Fear to my heart,
Emptiness fills me low and high
I’ve given my all
My mightiest might
And to end it all; I simply fall
Forever I fall; tonight I fall
For my love, hate, tears and fear all do I fall!
Forever…and tonight…

 
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Posted by on September 2, 2011 in gay, life, poetry

 

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Tomorrow

Learning the ills, ups, downs, and all-arounds of  love, “Tomorrow” is an outcry to say hopefully tomorrow will be different and better. It is not allegorical, but a utopian-ized thought however with the knowledge that things won’t just up and change  by themselves  spontaneously. This one two is derived from the situation with Sampson.

It’s not that I have given up

Yet in my fall seems it so

It isn’t that I love you not

But rather that I love you more

Within my logos doth hatred dwell

Yea in my heart your spirits

You are there; my love is there;

You my love, are there

I’ve felt your strong embrace

I’ve seen your glories, and tacit faults

And them alike my lips stay sealed…

So let it be but ’til tomorrow when I shall love you well. Let it be then when I know your heart. May the sun dawn ere I hold you tight and the moon fall ere no more our kiss a dream…

No! not that I shun you, you are not a fiend

Still your eyes do pierce and them do I evade

Forgive me for I look away

For your being a sacred dwelling, a most wond’rous place

From you do shine the stars O bright

Your eyes rival their gleam–

O how your tongue speaks a melodic rhyme

And O! how I am drawn

Though it must be but ’til tomorrow when I shall love you well; let it be then when I your heart. May the sun dawn ere I hold you tight, and the moon fall ere our kiss no more vicar’ous.

Ay is Hades’ wrath eloped with my love

And until tomorrow won’t it be so

 
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Posted by on September 2, 2011 in love, poetry

 

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Smile

Smile is another one written about Sampson, it  runs like a ballad but in truth its true meaning is hope and clinging to the possibility that maybe love can exist in a bad relationship and in a one-way thing.

You are beautiful

Your smile it shines

The wind, the air, herald your sweet form

And upon their wings do eagles fly

Watching caref’ly you about

As do I, O as do I

Be you an angel, or majestic king

Be you the apparitions of hell, or the shadows of death

I love you still, yea did I try flee

You were forsaken by my inhibitions

Yet destiny sought you out

Into your arms I did wish to fly

But fear and lies kept me fast.

Solely I took your hand in mine

Only did I speak a softened word

Your smile, O sweet smile gazed down on me

And your eyes, y’r glimmering eyes, to me they spoke

In an instant did it all fade

As from you I walked, and you from me the same

Aft that second all your thoughts did fly

Yea as for mine, your image I keep

Longing, yearning, has it no end?

Un-broken, a heart can’t be mend’d

Never truly have I not loved you

Forever shall it be true

Upon your name to you I’ll fly

Your smile ‘n eyes a hoax I can’t deny

Love and game reside not together

But your smile is the wind, and your love are my feathers

 
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Posted by on September 2, 2011 in love, poetry

 

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