Scheherazade

Closer

Though far, you are close, by moonlight we meet

It falls where you are like rain on your lips

Each drop I am; I land a kiss, so sweet

Is your skin; velvet roses and tulips

We met; you took my breath away that day

It fills the space between us like the wind

Each waft I am, your swelling waves; I pray

On your shore I’ll be swept; in your arms, pinned

Though far, our time nears and distance ceases

Each grain of sand, I fall into your hands

Between your palms I lay, kiss their creases

Become ivory silk in rainbow clads

Though far, I fell where you are, into you

And where I fell I rose and said I do

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A Love Spell

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Did You Ever Hear Her Cry?

Did you ever hear the heavens crying

Grieving her essence that’s slowly dying

Did you not in the gaping abyss sense

A festered despair slaying her defence

Did you notice the gashes on her soul

You let your merciless dogs maul her whole

The Russian roulette you played with her heart  

You hit every time and tore her apart 

Doubts you let breed in a long dark silence

Let drums of anger obscure the guidance

Muffled drums marched her hastily to her grave

A half opened rose that begged to be saved

Little did you know you could not defeat

A divine goddess; a woman complete

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Face Value

Little boy, I wish to thank you for my precious gift
Which I’m now wearing proudly and will for as long as I live
For I have long desired such a pretty face
To place next to the one you had mercilessly defaced
Little boy, I cannot tell you… where do I begin!
I’ve never experienced so much pleasure in such little sin
I now comprehend the delicate difference between the lies
And the half truths and how no one really dies
When you say you care when you clearly don’t
Or when you say you’ll call when we both know you won’t
For I’ve tasted a certain delicacy in being cruel
A guiltless pleasure in acting the fool
Little boy, don’t cry, we could still be friends
But you must understand
                     I don’t know where one face begins
                                                    And the other one ends…

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Oops!

I hate you because

It turns out you are just as

Human as they are

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Found & Lost

Who are you?

We’ve met before I bet.

In a sunrise or on a sunset

A flying carpet, a corvette?

Beneath the stars or on Mars

Somewhere pleasant before the wars

You broke my heart then too, shame on you

Right after you made your historic claim

That magic was encrypted in our name 

And it bound us for all eternity

Right after we die from serenity

And welcome chaos with open arms

Pandaemonium and his charms

And Satan will finally be reunited

With his lost children and be delighted

That we broke the promises we once had made

In death to never meet or ever wade

In the shallow waters of love and trade

What we have for an earthly fling

Why would we do such a thing!

We laughed at a notion so absurd

In a past life it had never occurred

That soul mates would meet and ruin a thing

That earthly creatures failed to name or sing 

Even when winter turned to spring

And lovers carried it on their wings

But the apple, oh the apple, what a bate!

Why else would we succumb to such a fate!

Unless we alter from devil to saint

And forget why we’re here and why we ain’t

And curiosity became a fresh restraint

And foolish we became once again

Roaming the earth like foolish men

Who search for things they always had

And with earthly mediocrity we fell in mad

And bartered Elysium for a piquant fad

Till all our senses turned to dust

And confused a thing for a lust

That bears us nothing but disgust

With all that glitters then turns to rust

And now I’m here and half submerged 

In an earthly state but without the urge

To look or hear or touch or taste or smell 

Anything that wasn’t created in hell

For heaven is indeed a place on earth

And everything alas has lost its worth

For to me it’s all suddenly the same

So long as magic isn’t encrypted in its name

And your name alas is no mystery to me

Our meeting should not have meant to be

For now the truth has lost its mystery

And a journey with no purpose might as well end

There’s nothing more that needs to be penned

So now promise me one last wish, I pray

That until it’s time to end our play

And return from whence we came someday

Our souls should never mate again. 

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Nothing

Nothing is anything but emptiness 

The numbness is not without sensation 

The nought that ripples in the deadliness 

Implores the suffering soul’s salvation 

Truth and hubris are in perfect eclipse  

Nothing is the answer to everything 

None for all, all for none become the scripts 

Lost in translation becomes anything 

Nothing is the echo of human lives 

Who masquerade as Nobody; No-One 

Yet in all the chaos No-One survives 

To pray to live another day to run 

Nothing, in the end, will exist in time 

And everything else exists in its prime 

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You

I still wake up in
The morning and sleep at night
Thinking about you

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