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I'm crushed, heartbroken, with eyes open wide.

My soul lies there, it sleeps, all cold and frail.

He breathes so heavy, doesn't want to try.

After all, he's been there, tried and tried, fail.

I need you, my heart calls for you alone.

It's a losing battle I understand.

But these poor emotions hath felt forlorn.

That hole you left me was sincerely grand.

You dropped me as if I'm a piece of coal.

What you didn’t see, is how you hurt me.

I hit the ground, absolutely no control.

You ran away because you only flee.

So, now you've left me completely alone.

Standing frozen in this phlegmatic zone.

I wish I were the note that made you smile.

I wish I were the key that sway your head

To the tune you listened to all the while

And played before you crept into the bed.

The bed I wish were still mine. Yet I sing

The lullaby you sang when you lay in my mind

And play like a motif. The distinctive ring

Of your voice forever in the mind entwined.

But Death was deaf to our sweet song sung-

Just as we were blind to Eternity’s plan;

Onto the hopes of harmony we clung

Until the very last moments of our span.

At last, I have learnt to master that piece-

A hymn I must play, now you are at peace.

    My Beautiful Catherine

My dear you are more beautiful than she,

If any you would be the best by far.

 You always fill me with oh such great glee,

 I feel as if I've won a brand new car. 

 Your eyes are like a beauteous surprise.

 I love the way your smile is so sweet.

You make me feel as if on wings up high.

To be with you is always such a treat.

 My favorite thing is just to see your face,

 But your smile can put me in a daze. 

Without you I feel just as a disgrace.

 I need you darling now and for always. 

You are the light that shines within the sky, 

The only thing that keeps my soul alive.

With words I try to find the best approach

To quell my love from wav'ring, wond'ring thoughts

But as she hold to them as if their coach

I find loves messenger remains unwrought.

O if my words could cut them like a sword

Then thine own pesky thoughts may then cut free.

To draw the balence of my loves afford

Becomes a bitter risk, I fear, to me.

Will not then truth proceed her way to light?

In newest phrase shall then my heart come through

And prove my souls perpetual delight

That you may have such knowledge ever true.

  In all there is just one thing to be told.

  Your hearts the only one I wish to hold.

In days of yore I always longed

to be a tortured poet true,

suff'ring, stark 'neath skies of blue,

alone and heartsick, bright yet wronged,

toying with a language pronged

by contrasting Me and You,

and your ever-present crew-

you are by greener pastured thronged

Yet solitude can be a friend,

I realized 'neath my Bodhi tree,

and anguish no necessity;

Inspiration has no end.

Melancholy won't wring free

the poetry that time will send. 

Up the riverbanks we scrambled.

Across the herb speckled meadows we ran.

Lungs full of dust: how our lives dangled!

Between life and death; as the dust did fan.

A wind sprung up, diverting the dust:

Towards the river and farm it spread.

Quickly to hospital - Oh! yes we must!

Shall we soon be really and truly dead?

But insectestides, are not the answer.

Intensified chemical sprayed!

Do you think it casues cancer?

I daresay and I heard you prayed.

Dead birds and fish float in the river.

Oh! now my lips are all of a quiver.