Al Burke, 2 january 2012
refrain, abstain
give the busards
nothing
grow my friend,
gather onto one self;
who wins next
game
declared; champion of the universe!
friend remember; each minute,
hour and day
the game is on...
ye be strong for,
the verse is
yours
Al Burke, 29 december 2011
selfishly i have held you....stolen i have,
one to many eager hands reaching,
at all costs they drain your contents, spill they care not
reluctantly, finally..
to chance the bottle is set too
left to the ebbs and tides of the great wonderer
her treatment kinder then ours i hope!!
but still i ask-
how will thy travel?.....all alone on the great expanse,
yearns-aches this heart not to be with you, beside you
where will you go, what will you see?
picture perfect stretches?
or dashed broken, cliff face won
float away slender one, may the light guide thee
may you travel safe-find what you need
find that all elusive nothing-ness
wait i will....you know where...
yearns-aches this heart not to be with you--- though
i brake, comfort i, in this journey you must take
until thy lands on our shores, until destiny guides thee
i will wait x
Al Burke, 29 december 2011
our journeys crossed paths eons ago
forced apart, reasons lost!
dust wearied travellers, searching
constantly, never truly fitting-
every do over; something not quite right;
chance was it? we meet again...
recognition could not be denied-
the unknowing knowledge
dared not be challenged;
the watch towers of passion alight
further testament to- this!
moment.. here.. now..
once again
ours- until time decides
Al Burke, 29 december 2011
To that wasteland did we escape
oh what secrets dragged with,
into embraces did fall
beggars past curfew,
feeding on any embrace
lonely-desperate-entities drawn
war-ies traded; sorrow and comfort
entwined, realisation dawned!
lost in that land, selfish spoilt, death pointing
snickering, choices made! ! !
crawled up out;
body strained to end!
little by little-
the filthy foul incidious trench-
rats and disease rife
deep and dark, yet warm
folly! many cowered safe!
flirting behind its shadowery form,
others, waiting to charge
to crawl up out;
waiting.......
war waged in that
wasteland, darkness hovered,
eager to devour; succumb
many did!
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