Thursday, August 26, 2010

It pains me, but I'm sure she's still yours

WHEN we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow—
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me—
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well:
Long, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met—
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears.

When we Two parted by George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron

Who can say where they're blowing

all the gentle,
fragile ones,
who seem to
break apart
In the random
brutality of living,
I wish
I could find
a soft womb
for you,
where you could
grow again
and find
the strength
to endure
this utter hardness

All the gentle, fragile ones by J.L.Stanley

Friday, August 20, 2010

looking back down the long path I don't believe I would have done anything different.

citizens of the world
I renounce you.

I have
long ago.
but this is a formal
notice.
me against
you.
a restraining
order.

fuck off.
dry up.
vanish.

don't come to
my door
with pizza
pussy
or offers of
peace.

it's too late.

the music has
frozen in the
air
castrated by the
absence of your
presence.

notice by Charles Bukowski