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Modern Romanticism

The aspect of romance, divided between the heartening and the thoughtful.

Erotic Poetry – “The Laced Disgrace” – Romance – 10/16/2019

October 16, 2019
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Sickness is a place in each other’s mouth,
And alike it all, you’ve shown a trace of a future,
Unclean upon the crawling filth,
Upon the knees of some horrid Monarch.
He’d shown no kindness,
It was as the books had wrote,
He believed in worships too unclear to see,
And made things simple in driest notes.
Whoredom is the world with entertainment
Combined with the illness
Of consumption.

I am in love with my Hell,
My place made in paradise,
My utopia of a mind,
Formed as great disgust to my kind.
I splurge as much as I urge
Others to eat from my plate.
I play a game of marvelous Christianity,
Upon the disuse of a man called ‘agony’.

There is desertion next to me,
And her voice is the blizzard upon the desert,
The coldness upon the dryness,
The death upon the infertile,
And her tears come down as meteors,
Though, fire would not create the lust
Needed for a rain of seeds,
To sprout green from the white, miserable sands.

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Erotic Poetry – “The Spread of White” – Romance – 10/16/2019

October 16, 2019
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A dance between two icons of slenderness,
Has me whisper words full of tenderness.

There is poetry in each fragment of gold,
Upon the crown to your ivory scalp.
I thwart the crudeness you’ve absorbed
Into yourself.
And, between two pillars of flame,
Two folds remain,
To hide a show of fireworks.

Of sparks and drops of wax,
From a bent and worn candle,
A sword embeds itself,
Into a bed
Of deepest flesh,
And drags out the contents of a furnace,
Of all remaining blood to the incinerator
That may turn flesh to ash.

I would not cut,
But simply sink,
The blade between bed and bone,
And drown in the pages of poetry.

In your eyes, I become lost
In darkness where flowers become cultivated
By scents and ecstatic sighs.

My annexation is the cultivation of a desert,
Where the spread of white,
Is the spread of newness upon a sheath of gold.
To raise up a tree,
From an abdomen soaked in beaded sweat,
To see your sparkling face,
Of the same way.

For I shall melt all of Antarctica,
To see the spread of green.

Poem – “Love Has Breached a Corner in our Wilderness” – Romance – 10/16/2019

October 16, 2019
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I turn around to repeat,
In careless repetition,
All vows and emotions, upon a plate of fate,
You deny what was offered,
From a dying God,
From a man with all the might to his fight,
His eyes were upon you,
And faced the enormous creation,
Of a statue in what he’d not undo,
A love from all broken strings,
Upon one delicate harp,
Upon one frozen heart.

I fought to cleanse the hate from my plate,
From the dish that served rather coldly,
All the misfortune I spent for a night,
For you to eat up my words.

You are the child at the feet of God,
Born with wings, aflame,
Though, are crawling with those who are lame,
There is idleness to your eyes,
And serpent shapes to your fingers.
I was born to love and to swallow tears,
Puddles glisten in my palms,
Overflown upon what gently lingers,
The subject of pain placed at my heel,
Born to desert, and gracefully feel.

Your eyes are the scorn in the desert,
The desert wind under my command,
Is all to make me a man.

The faces in their frequent shadows,
Their hearts in puddles so shallow.

Face me, dear woman, with torn heart,
All memories come barreling down,
Upon the corner of our wilderness.

In the meadow of a tearful love,
Where droplets of dew form on grass,
There is your face of its gentle sight,
For my truest love made to last.

Poem – “The Redhead with the Glass of Red” – Romance – 10/14/2019

October 14, 2019
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Before me, you sit with a sorry stare at a rim
To a glass made of the fibers of sand,
Love is a breath in the air for our breath,
As sweet as the redness in your hair
And as bitter as the very sight of death,
As the very sight of what sticks out in your mind.

A face with eyes engraved,
And hair that blossoms like thorns to roses.
Of those eyes that are either emerald or sapphire,
Alike the Earth or the sky,
Though, I am unable to tell.
Beauty fell upon me like those tides above,
And I was on the cross,
Dying for my own sins.
Your marble face and hair of fire,
Gleaming with random tresses,
Upon your breast,
Folding upon your shoulders.

Love has made us famous,
While our hearts make furious rhythms,
In the dead of this night.
We sit here, to stare at the curves of a glass,
Love is revealed at our left hand,
As hope is in our right.

We’ll deny ourselves as long as we can,
Or death will cast its own ring from shadows,
To place itself upon your fine, marble hand.

Face me, beautiful one,
You are as lovely as the awoken morn,
With hair as red as the liquid that stains your heart,
Upon each repeated sip,
As red as the rays cast away from the sun,
To the meadows of Heaven.

Poem – “One Idle Glance” – Romance – 10/13/2019

October 13, 2019
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I crawl atop,
And I falter beneath,
The swimming tears in eyes of emerald,
Your face is the picture of immaculacy,
In this dreaded room.
Come kiss me, beloved,
With all your majestic might,
This future has never been doomed,
Because, as I see above,
I see also the night.

I see the stars and their infinity,
The light that beams upon the back of your scalp,
Is mine for consumption,
As you say,
“Let us pray to a love made of fire,
Forged in our awakening to its light.”
Of night that grants us power of might,
There is to our passion,
The fires that caress, and cleanse the fright.

Your nakedness is a grail of wine,
Sweet with taste, as all is mine,
Bitter in the taste of Autumnal frost,
And sweet in the taste of November showers,
Of sweetest tears, and bitter blood,
You are beautiful, dear one,
I hold you in greatest esteem.

The Tena Poems – Truest Love – “Lay with Me” – Romance – 10/13/2019

October 13, 2019
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Lay with me, as the world sunders itself,
Go beyond with me, to the lines that seem themselves
To surrender, and surrender more
To the tragedies and comedies of love.
We are, in arms, crying and laughing, beautiful as one,
In our eyes, we hold sweet nectar,
And also,
Bitterness to the wetness
That smear across cheeks made of powder, porcelain, and ice.
We are only beautiful, when we are raised.

So, we rise,
And surmise, nothing,
We falsify nothing
To the sound of fluttering heartbeats,
And the light tap, of kisses.
Only ever does truth come forth,
From hearts so deep and transparent
In the infinite youth of summertime,
Bodies that are milk-white or dowsed in ebony.
Oh, love! Has it made its way,
To the places so full of dismay?
My love and myself, so strong in our song.

So weak,
As well,
In the permanence,
Of what swells,
In hearts so cold,
And so old,
A warmth, a comfort,
For faces to feel its searing touch,
From fingers that have been dipped
Into the blood of the birth
Of love.

Love is a triumph,
In all times of discomfort.
It embraces,
As it faces,
The facades to pull them off,
And reveal an image of tears.

Poem – “Your Eyes Cast a Burn” – Romance – 10/13/2019

October 13, 2019
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Glaring devotion, seems to
Keep you
So warm.
From loyalty, to that burning furnace,
Upon bed sheets made of fans,
To frenzy the flame,
That spreads over your gloss,
A shimmer to your form.

There is beauty crawling atop,
All the fragrance that has me
Succumb to it.

There is nothing so tragic,
As to see beauty’s release,
From love’s state of disease.
For as I lift you to see the Heavens,
Your eyes cast over the Earth,
Light greater than the sun.

There is greatness in each eye,
Though only one stare,
Only one glare,
Has ever been enough,
To scar a burn into my naked flesh,
For us both to see love same as death.

Poem – “Where is Love?” – Romance – 10/11/2019

October 11, 2019
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There is love in the air,
And not much to share.
There is love in the air,
And not much to wear.
There is hatred upon our lips,
And too much to bear.
There is hatred upon your lids,
Drawn down like curtains,
Bruised into black and blue,
Like nude drapery with tears
Upon the fabric.

Upon the arms, once meant to caress,
The woes from a pained child.
Death is now our solace,
As the moon is now our eye,
And love is no more,
Along with the sun, now our scorn.

I create a trail of serpentine gait,
With farewell to a woman,
Who bleeds her own trail,
Full of rose petals.

The Tena Poems – Truest Love – “I Long, and simply Long” – Romance – 10/11/2019

October 11, 2019
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I long, and simply long,
For scent of longest hair, and eyes of furthest stare,
We are but two forms upon this Earth,
With steps so shallow in the mud,
And faces so tranquil,
As though starving buds, with quivering temples,
And blasted bodies,
By the wind and sand.

I am in love, and have remained in love,
With distortion to my eager form.

And, I see yours,
Where pleasure implores,
The widest sweeps,
Upon currents next to shores.

I desire all,
From thy Heavenly form.
I know that God,
Had made artisans of truest intent,
And truest skill,
To sculpt what I see,
In pure and utter beauty.

A face so full of life,
With lashes broken like bent needles,
And eyes that swell tears to their surface,
Alike the geysers of the Western States.
And with two cheeks that beg for kisses,
Against each… I do, with all for you,
And for the future, and for eternity,
That I will nestle my fears into thee,
So that you may cradle them,
Like crying children.

I simply do not want to die,
Before I come upon you, frozen,
Before I had said my goodbye,
Allow me to go,
Before you do go,
As I will vanish,
With heartbeat so slow.

Poem – “A Note Embedded in Flame” – Romance – 10/9/2019

October 9, 2019
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All beauty has creases,
Like the notes embedded in flame.
Searing to touch,
Alike flesh raised hot from a wilted quilt.
Alike the composer who espies arrogance,
More from audience,
Than from his eyes.

A beauty raised,
A song praised.
A love most wanted beneath sheets of flame,
Notes of sighs,
Words of moments,
And never goodbyes.

Love is a kind messenger,
With flame for its movement.

A bottle, the man,
The wine, the woman.
Hardness moves at nothing,
Save for the purpose a man knows,
To hold emptiness at its end,
And knows the love,
To be infinite in drunkenness.

Drunk upon pain,
Drunk upon love,
I am at peace,
Among the plains,
Among the doves,
Among the crease.

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