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Love is a PhoenixI have seen nothing more tragic,
Than watching love die.
Enduring it’s painfully fade,
As it stubbornly clings to life
The slow death of a love,
That’s filled with years of life.
Or the sudden snap,
As it blinks away in a lover’s eye.
It doesn’t go easy,
And it doesn’t go fast.
It goes out fighting,
Because love was made to last.
It is a brilliant flame,
Drowned in water.
It clings to the air,
With all its dying embers.
Yes, I have seen no sadder sight,
Than watching love as it dies.
But I have been blessed to gazed upon no otherworldly scene,
Than watching love be born again, anew and free.
i fell in love with judasthere was a time, once.
you were the fucking seas, boy,
i was one step above,
i, the roaring ocean that all the rivers
delegated you to, and god,
you flowed into me.
a wise man once prophesised
All Roads Lead to Munich
and what the fuck did that ever mean?
you said yes sir in time to the drums i beat
and you said yes sir to the opposition
when our front lines had retreated.
we were fucking wolves
with devil grins that crucified
Innocents and Evils
and then stopped for tea
with no heavy hearts.
you'd had bruised knuckles.
and so i thought for one
that if i let you
peel back my skin like
you’d find everything you needed.
but the seas en masse were always
spoiled rotten fucks,
that smoked like chimneys and
swayed with the wind, unlike
the omnipresence of the ocean.
is there a strong enough word for betrayal
that means "i wont forgive you
in any incarnation" ?
funny, your eyes were my colour,
ocean blue, skeletally so,
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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