lost count

I dare not speak,
another word should not be said
leapt too soon
easily could have been read
I've lost count
of what's unspoken

within reach
The last child for who's trust
he lied to breach
the one Eye stares
fire at will lusty dread

bled, bled, yes,
no more to bed.
and yet I am not dead.

I falter fast in kind,
yet flatter and stumble slow
wounds so fresh
feel the frost from winter's snow

so I seem bereft
in clumsy whispers
clocks are ticking simple
steady for the drifters

my skin swarms,
head swells-  my heart's aglow

no, no, I do not
wish to know.
and yet home I must go.
         

       

Chosen, My Dear, Departed

I choose you my dear,
I do.
It costs me dearly,
to do.

But still,
though I think it through, too...
The End.

I say, "I do."
I will! for you.
and I thrill
but thou shall not kill...

I am reborn in you.
Anew in the light.
At night we rise.
I dream of the things we would do...

It has been and will always be...
Only one and true.
You.

above and below me.
one and only.

You.

I chose you,
my love.
and sow...
the dark pools
around those who know.

I would do it again.
Feel the pain until my end.
say,
"thy will,
I do."
for you.

wallow.
abide,

swallow
enemy poison swill.
but never kill.
welcomed betrayal of friends.

I went down with a fight.
yet died alone that night.
who did hear my plight?

you never came.
warned
you could
never change.

you do remain.
true to yourself.
above and below me.
always.

one and only.
You.

smile

it's not so bad
I'm never sad
it doesn't hurt at all.
it aches a bit when I do this
so I'll just quit

good to be plain no evil gain
it was a shame
I will not deign
speak ill of you or mention lows

the thoughts that grow
I will not sow, so - not so.
no feelings of pain
nor thoughts of sin
while picturing that wicked kind grin

it only hurts when I smile
perhaps at times when in your grace
stand bare defiled
maybe a sting when I cough or wheeze
a gleeful wince at my expense
out loud, I laugh to please
yes, a little prick
when I cover my mouth to sneeze

at night to bed
songs when in my dead
I sleep maybe first weep
please be assured
only four times the week
take my word that when I wake
I find my soul you did not take
I sob... but promise
these tears are of pure joy!

I rise, I go to play and toy
hide as one in the woods
no better place
my steps retrace
come correct so I can know
what should have been
said to me long ago...

love eternal

I am the sum of all our thoughts

collective in the well.

unconscious

yet with broad fair breadth.

but first, foremost:

above, below,

and through,

beyond-

I am my mother's love eternal,

though she has long since passed.

also, I try to best remain,

stand strong...

though barely felt 

or touched- not heard,

nor cared by other;

mind malaise, body's torn flesh,

crushed bones, heart broke...

I Remain...

before my end,

in good humour,

as my father's daughter.

trine divine

we all can be

when all shall true in sync

align

and to each other's beliefs;

ne'er dare, ne'er deign,

malign.