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Leather and Pace by L.M.B.
My shoes have covered feet and miles.
Our soles are wearing thin.
When young and new we wore bright smiles,
And dealt with breaking in.
The scuffs and scars from life's abuse,
Have weakened even thread.
How loosely we do dangle now.
No strides to get ahead.
With callous over blistered heel,
We plod our beaten path.
And make attempts to look well-groomed,
With polish and a bath.
It may be time to start anew,
To stop the stares and whispers.
But what to choose, I can't decide,
You're better than my slippers.
Tapestry by L.M.B.
Felled canvas, blushing colors my life's
stitch ceaselessly applied.
What portrait stretches and looms it's
casement to my soul?
If all deeds behold, no aid of cloak for
sin's sore shame to hide?
Needle pricked fingers, recount the yarn.
Shall I gaze upon a short winged angel in
gutters,
where sensuality is defined?
How skillful the likeness of my windblown
heart?
What shades of scarlet ooze that aching part?
Will I hesitate looking at past reckless
deeds,
pantingly qualifying longings and needs?
Does smugness suspend me in self sapid
stitches,
and ghost like thread, for inches and inches?
How large the spool my decent breadth hold,
done in shimmering shades, subtended in gold?
Now scorn the mistakes here with lemon like
pout,
unable to mask, patch, mend, nor rip out.
Embracing Sorrow by L.M.B.
A thousand dawns light dimly now.
Your shadow casts it's spell.
Time stands still those days long gone,
where gardens bloomed so well.
Coiling mist of memories,
Obtuse, yet vicious teeth,
utters passions in my ear,
drawn from wells beneath.
I drift among what's left behind,
no longer lush and sweet.
Lost love disguised as tumbleweed,
now dances round my feet.
Aqueous Emotions by L.M.B.
My heart, my mind, not made of steel.
They can't be forged though I appeal.
Incessant sorrow, our end which came.
This ardent love can't be the same.
Blinded jewel in temple's grasp,
Continues living in the past.
What arduous, pendulous life I lead.
So full of passion, so full of need.
To love you as I do each day,
clutching memories in decay.
Trampled puppet with knotted strings,
no stage nor script the future brings.
Please set me free of this desire.
With no resound I shall respire.
Timeless Expectations by L.M.B.
If I live once more... then it must be,
I lived before unmordantly.
Through ages of etiolating skies above
insipid oceans,
and in meadows full of breezes, without
breathless moments.
The fruits of my earth uneaten.
To face life again, elapsed in empty emotion.
How lonely indifference.
How empty unexcavated dreams.
This gabin heart filled with deep-eyed
wonder.
Awaiting my beloved's naked hand.
Hush.
For I've found him.
He lives in my dreams.
Illuminating a flame.
And shedding warmth with the light of his
love,
along hidden paths, calling my name.
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