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Vintage Sapience

Conscious Avant-Garde Cogitation.

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Twilight

I look at this moon

And I remember your name

Still shines through my heart.

 

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This must be Goodbye

I don’t know what to call you
I don’t know what to say,
I don’t quite know what happened
I fear that we’ve lost our way.

I don’t see the old me
I don’t see the brimming old you,
I don’t see the two big eyes
that brought you back to you.

I don’t feel the warmth of us
I don’t feel the feeling of you,
I don’t feel that smell of love
that flamed our love anew.

Its all a blur of the senses
it’s all the stuff of dreams,
That he ever lived beside us
has gone all up in flames.


Image Credits: Artsology

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Rainbow Colors

My eyes see black and white

You bring the sunshine, the bloom, you be

All of them rainbow colors. 

With You!

Nights with you are exciting, crazy,
Mornings hot bothered, and lazy.
The closer we get
the world gets hazy.
Wait for me, oh reticent paramour!
This love, you say, is easy.

This post first appeared on this blog in December 2015, when I was just starting out.

Listless Lover

Gleaning into the future

The happiness of farewell

A lover gone by.

Flashback Friday: Love, the Black and White Way

A lot seeps from the cracks,
but this is pure atrophy

the words form into strings,
shapes to memories and agony.

A lot that was left unsaid,
when the winds blew that day

will be written down in history
the black and white way.

This post appeared on the blog for the first time in November 2015. 

Flashback Friday: My Eclipse

Although austere,
yet absolute, complete
a solitary existence was mine.

Spellbinding, you came along
unbeknown shade to my shine
the welcome eclipse to a shrine.

An ardent irrevocable ring
no love bargained
boundless as the stars in the night.

Short, tender marriage
christened “Curt!” “Contrived!”
this jubilant union of darkness & light.

This post appeared for the first time on this blog in November 2016. 

At Home

A simple lull of of the sea
Entwined on the hammock under pine trees
Beguiled by the perfect company.


 

In Denial

One of these days
I’ll look out the window
and not see you.
That’s when I’ll know
You went away forever ago.


Featured Image Credits: Sharon Franke

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