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Laisse-moi t’aimer!

Good afternoon, everybody. C’est moi! It’s been a little while since my last post, but I actually have a little song I wrote today. None of you rat bastards are going to hear my sing it, mind you (except one). Just imagine it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard and then tone that down by about three notches. If any of you would like to grace me with your patronage, do not forget there are donation links on my home page. Whether you give or not though, thank you to everyone who visits my website and enjoys my writing. It really means the world to me. Without further ado…

Just Hope That You Know It

Imagine just sailing away,

having nothing to say.

I love the way that you sway

at the end of the day.

You’re like the rays of the sun

filling my chest up a ton.

It’s so hard to tell you this, hun’

but just know i love you

and i think i won.

Seeing my reflection in your eyes

makes me forget all the lies

that everyone else told

and filled me with all sighs.

Perhaps I’m not sure if it’s wise

to keep all my love in your eyes

but theres nothing that stops me

when you are the prize.

I’ll never stop thinking of all the ways you try.

My heart is so open

and i want to show it

by letting you in and letting you know it.

Trying to water and letting you grow it.

I look at you and just hope that you know it.

Paradoxical Paradigm

Good afternoon, everyone! It has been a long while since I’ve posted on a Sunday. I hope you all have had a wonderful weekend, and for those starting their Monday on the other side of the world, I hope you have a wonderful day. The sentiments of this piece may seem vaguely familiar, the stench of indecision and ambiguity being one we might all recognize. Please enjoy, my friends.

Twisted Memories

The last dream I had?

No, I…

I cannot remember it.

I must be mad.

It sang to me once,

that one dream I dreamt,

but now is lost to me

unsynchronized,

without harmony.

No truer words were spoken,

no more valuable a token

had ever once been given.

If only I…

If only I could remember

the shapes those words resemble.

My heart beats in time with drums

which, in turn, compete with hums

that reverberate and kiss me ‘till I’m numb.

How did I ever find the time,

adhering to that awful paradigm?

I only wished for a simple sign.

Thinking About Forever

Good afternoon, everybody. I’m having a pretty good day today. The things I thought were hard have turned out to be easy, and the things I thought would be easy became the trivial. I will spend the rest of today enjoying the beautiful sun and some time off. I hope the rest of your day, however, will be spent reading all of my wonderful poems. In that regard, I have for you a new development! Please enjoy my latest work. Without further ado…

Infinity

I thought I knew what it was to be cherished,

cared for,

doted on.

I thought I knew what it was to be loved

and I would have died for but a whisper of that

one,

single

idea.

How in my own peculiar way I expected that it would always be so.

But alas,

never was it meant to be.

It was my studying of the minutiae of this great and terrible array of feelings that led me to a single, forlorn conclusion.

I will state it thusly:

There is no such thing as infinity. The train will always hit you when you’re lying on the tracks.

It Is Written

Good afternoon, everyone. I’ve got a pretty cool little story today that I think you’ll love. Let me know what you think in the comments below. Without further ado…

Our Will Be Done

Penance? Penance. For a crime I did not commit. Why then? The sin of being born? Original and pervasive as it is throughout my bones, my nerves, my veins. Why is it I, he who requests to not be named, that must suffer the transgressions of others?

For there in their brilliance and shine is it done. The light. Seen through these eyes of mine, filtered through a red haze. Have you ever been so angry? Have you ever felt this rage?

Thy will be done, Lord. It is You, that one who hath wrought such pain and suffering. One who hath shown such endless indignation in the face of your children who, tired of your inaction, sought the help and the praise of other Gods. Perhaps, ones who might listen. Perhaps, ones who might act.

This is a world succumbed to sin, though the fault lies not with its people, but the God who chose to abandon them. A God who decided that his children were no longer worth saving. We are already in a Hell created by indecision and thoughtlessness.

It is not I who will repent when the day is done, for these crimes are not mine. They are yours, Lord. It is not we who must repent for you, but you who must sacrifice for your children. Our will be done, lest you lose your place on your golden throne.

Nearly The End (Of Summer)

Good afternoon, friends and new visitors! It’s been a while since my last post, trust me, I know. I’ve been working on a few things that may make up for it once finished. We’ll see. I hope you all enjoy the poem today. It’s the first one I’ve written in a couple weeks now. Without further ado…

Broken Mind

Forsooth,

it is so

that one becomes

Mired.

Mired in muck and mud.

Choked and stifled

by the hands that reach

up through the silt and grime

to wrap themselves around a throat,

but for the first

and the last time.

Asphyxiated

by the rising tides

that seek to be the end

upon the coming of March’s ides.

So does it swell,

this sea,

and overtakes

all those who would dare to wade

in that from which all is made.

As murky waters fill my vision,

panic is roused from sleep

before I realize

that never before

have I been this deep.

I have already drowned,

but it will not stop,

for my heart beats,

and so does the gavel.