Men have Died

For less,

     Than the grand oft secluded appearing majestic achievement of love, Echo upon my lips can't describe the blossom inside, Shadow the sun and I should still smile, Here upon the waking beside a not so familiar constellation of a smile, Oh hope, Cuddling hand in hand not bound by cuff or rope... With an unforeseen yet dreamt of ever after.

     At the edge of hope there is love, Tragic lonely life sign apparel, Stranger to everyone offshore, Treading water in a sea of battered denial of a whisper on the cusp of a single breath, Anticipation held back by undisputed, Ill conceived of self destructive day dreams,  Distance for a heart on the wrist telling the time of fate oft leaps over faith's endurance on our lonely human condition swim. Suddenly befuddled by a lean in, Smidgen of the lips, Beautiful amidst battered wishes, Chivalrous had nearly put in notice, Left us stranded on an island of selfishness labelled 'every moment defeated.' Kind words reclaim the process of a most deplorable truncheon, Isolation, Yet a simple kiss asks 'heal me, I'm already complete...'

     Theological beliefs contained by faith, Regiment of religious life living since days of old, Dear Christ: I just couldn't part with the stardust of hope left behind by love, Though I know in silence to persevere for equality is mine to uphold for he heart's after-this-life ends intentions of changing the world!

     I saw the windy city from a gravestone, Beside a far off distant hope randomly encountered, She leant in to beckon a kiss, Lips can't explain the scenario of hopeless desperation of what to do next in said situation! Closed my lidless inner eye and turned off the imagination, Living in the moment I met her skin...

     If I could be her man, I'd decipher the signs, Determine the type of hero necessary to take a stand as her secondary life line, Help her survive the sorrows of this sad state human condition, Taking a stand amidst life's impending time bomb, Mending the storm inside with cuddles, hugs & kisses, Cycles through silent parks in the city of lost heroes, Wondrous landscapes that enhance her beauty

     Promise to never become the desperate fiend a hated one, A man who lays a hand on his lover, Raises a violent fist after voice, Peace reigns where patience passes over current affairs, Dramatic shot to the centre of self, I'd rather return to loneliness than wound you... The fire inside calls for a phoenix rebirth as I continue to write poetically infused prose towards the love that rekindled my heart, I'm sorry unto your soul.
For myself...

In earnest anticipation of,
Juton