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Modern Romanticism

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

Poem – “At Once, a Tear Replaces Her” – Romance

July 15, 2019
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Fallen, and frozen,
From, my cold cheek,
To her form of white, and cloaked in death.
Where warmth, turned bleak,
And Heaven, drew a line, on her, raw flesh,
I, too, drew a mark, on sculpted skin,
Until sadness, was all I felt.

A mark,
A name, as mine,
Like mine, is mine,
It was the mark, to unity.
An abandonment, of my pride,
My fame, my graces, my stature,
Into, simplicity.

Here are roaring tears, for the woman I knew,
And loved, as though, she were
My child, born from, a cradle of straw,
I loved her; indeed, I loved her.
Her face, so round, and eyes, agleam,
A body, so full, and arms, so long,
I measured her, in my truest place.

My heart, is now, a place of grief,
I sing, its song,
I sing, the unmerciful song,
That has placed hatred, on my soul,
Sorrow, has morphed,
Pain, has absorbed,
All the soil, beneath my feet.

Her face, encased in ice,
Winter, has made a fine print,
Love, has been replaced,
With a tear.
Beauty, has been replaced,
With a sculpture, of ice,
And I still, draw it close, for a kiss.

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Words of Wisdom – “The Earned Disrespect” – 7/14/2019

July 14, 2019
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“Some will repeat the words, ‘They have disrespected me,’ while others will repeat the words, ‘Respect is earned.’ And I say, ‘If respect is earned, then what about disrespect?’ Disrespect must have a foundation of that which is to be deserved to the proper person who deserves it. Respect is earned, then so should disrespect also be earned. No woman should say, ‘He disrespected me,’ without first thinking, ‘Perhaps I deserved it.’ And then knowing that she deserved it, might bring her peace.”

Poem – “My Final Companion” – Romance

July 13, 2019
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Famous and beaming with red,
Lovely until you fall dead,
With the stead of undying love.
Romance has quaked our realm,
While nectar falls from your breasts,
Live in me, oh, beauty from the North.

Give yourself to me,
My final companion.
We shall live and die with the union.
We shall make poetry from our voices.
Our marriage will bloom for many morrows,
And will sow seeds for crops to be reaped.
For a multitude of marriages
To be spawned from our one.

You are lovely, and fit for this occasion,
Your aura inspires awe.
Your face is a wilderness,
For me to be lost.
Your eyes are a darkness,
For me to be displaced.

Grow the garden for our nourishment,
And make merry the words that we’ve kept.
Do not long more for another,
When we drown beneath sheets of purple silk.
Famed are we, under faces that see
Our happiness and our home.
Made for governance to be
A lovely family, so close are we.

Poem – “Your Youth and your Resplendence” – Romance

July 13, 2019
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Save me, graces,
The bleeding wound,
In me,
Has long thought of to be free.
Your idleness matches
My failure. And to the ship,
Where there are sailors,
They mask themselves in the breezes.

Fate awaits me,
Her dying body is a shelter,
One that throws love overboard.
Underneath my feet,
There are many serpents.
There are many insects I have crushed.

There is a face,
One so smooth and so round,
One so much attuned with life,
That it mocks me.
By a smile,
With teeth that are porcelain-white.

Death came natural to her,
As life comes to me, as futility.
Her youth and her resplendence,
So white and so vivid,
That I desire to devour it,
Beyond the lighthouse.

Come as she may,
Oh, woman of tragedy.
To the faults of every mire,
Of every sea and every sire.
Of every tombstone that grows higher,
To love, and to her arms, is all I desire.

Poem – “I, as the Husband to Misery” – Romance

July 13, 2019
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I crawl and dwell,
Where faces embrace my Hell.
Where love is most potent,
Is where my misery is frenzied.

There are demons in this place,
This wasteland of remembrance.
This place so small,
I wish it would grow tall.

I am a husband to misery.
It is because of how late the fallen evening
Has begun.
Roses sprout along the sides of walkways.
Am I in love with them?
They do not move with the wind.

I am not a husband to any eternity.
One that I’d fathom, to be eternal, as long
As the world grows sideways.
It extends as vast as my lonely heart.
Is all the world two-dimensional?
As flat as people themselves?

We seem to live,
In a world that’s lost touch with the three,
To make a family.
I am a husband to cruelty.

A wickedness I’ve seen so very vividly,
It has coursed itself over me,
It has run over my face,
As endless tears.

Words of Wisdom – “Father’s Day Memento” – #1

June 4, 2019
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Father’s day is the pleasing of a father, though what of from a wife? Would a wife reach her hand to please her husband? It should be very simple in how to ‘please a man’ from a wife’s perspective. For a man had only become a father through that act of ‘pleasing’. In all hilarity, a man desires the simplest things in that realm of simplicity…

#1: Do not talk.

#2: Make me something to eat.

#3: Go down on me.

Three simple things that could be done (or performed) without complications. Is peace simply required, or is it acquired simply? The latter, because peace is a very simple feeling, and a man desires that most of all.

For I can hear my own father (though he be deceased) speaking these words, three times in my head:

  1. Peace and quiet.
  2. Peace and quiet.
  3. Peace and quiet.
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