remorse
so much
more
than just
regret
I am
irreversible
just being
universal
one
encrusted man
flustered
adjust
maimed
try trusting
see
regress
sensing
more than
ingress
I am
busted
contra
thus
robust
versial
so
being
more than
taunted
just like
undaunted
God
try too
immaculate
be free
though
I'm still
haunted
intro
thus
reduced
inarticulate
deduced
I just
simply don't
won't
invent
those haunting
re
gretful
ghosts
so often
dis
placed
so often
mis
placed
remorse
that regret
in
duced
simply by
some dire
vortex
spiraling
blessed truth
demand
needing
implying
more than
all
this world's
heartless
cruel
such current
re
formation
en
graved
troubled words
towering
unsheathed swords
sour babble
indicative dour
so uncouth
empirical saviours
encrusting lies
more
distrusting
thus
boldly
regretful
implies
remorse
perhaps oddly
tortuous stress
and even
maybe worse
contra
cur and curse
dicting
just watch
storied glory
where victors
glorious
they stand
seem inspired
appropriating
remanding
remorselessly atop
brute mountain
forcefully
simply golden
so enlightened
reprimanding
thus I
light
my fiery self
ablaze
what remorse
can
accompany
this
punitive touch
plus
a lawful match
instructive
a tabernacle torch
in
with thus
communicado
I knew
remorse
attached
to my
hatcheted soul
emotionally
I'm sorely
matchless
scorched
blaze after
harried blaze
so much
scarring fire
nothing but
uncaring ash
more than
harmful
daring
real horror
more than
blood and gore
more than
wretched sorrow
all this
regret
where
God can't
help
but feel
caged
remorse
when we
really
tend to
wake
when we
be to do
thus
common man
justly
engaged
we find
ourselves
falling
encrusted
because
of deep
human fault
trust
falling into
that punitive
crawling out of
each gault pit
where beseeching
lies belong
buried
below remorse
beneath
where
this world
and I
first met
that relative
initial bit
headlong
where regret
mucked up
that
internal mire
while remorse
cries fire
pools of lava
infernal
one last
incineration
a burning
shower
of bitter
sparks
yearning
sin
embers
equally
engulfing
my stern
excitable soul
that molten
enraging
roaring kind
but I'm
so badly
torn
still living
somehow
with forlorn
still sadly
within these
new age norms
remorse
firmly bound
has cut me
grim regret
has marred me
turning me
unduly formed
somehow around
faithfully
earning more regret
that blistering kind
sincerely
I'm drowning
in remorse
yet a wailing wall
profoundly within
my penitent mind
waits for resolve
final hope
my soul absolves
midst all this turmoil
all that strangeness
regret is
remorseless
always brutal
forever dangerous
that regretful
and remorseless
wailing call

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that bright
your look
that brilliant
your kiss
but what
you took
my bleeding
it's you
my heart
I miss
your stunning
your look
your molten
your kiss
what I
brokenly mistook
unspoken shards
sure ruthless parts
I must
truly confess
that last
fruitless look
our final sultry
dangerous kiss
mismanaged love
love's storied hook
such famished love
an endless look
impatient compassion
a voracious shark
truly hungry passion
that eternal kiss
a forever view
still our last
who knew
a vernal love
black out of blue
gripping us
with all our punctual
dysfunctional cruel
foolish trash
personal fuel
tripping us up
backlash love
romancing us
what deadly art
fancifully
flencing us
tearing us up
so true love
cruelly
bashed apart
ah so
raging love
so ah
aged and aging
here and now
my sweetest
favoured treasure
my major love
flourish with compassion
actions nourish
loving fashion
saviour pleasure
love's fusion
love's muse
compassionately
glowing
deep within us
take knowing
a long look
show trust
needy passion
so meditate
upon rational
spatial love
that enviable
molten kiss
eternally
lifting us
a cosmic shift
reliably
from afar
feelings emerge
rising
above submerged
regard choice
yardstick love
lost gestured love
love's stark rejection  
those dark voices
that shark inflection
echoing
a lover's cry
measure
as reflected
what would
so purely
this
how could
love dare
to go away
such golden treasure
beholding love
God's wondrous gift
why can't love
always stay
feathered perfection
surely blessed
love's soaring fairytale
glorious electric bliss
true my love
heart and soul
love's true connection
so it is
you that I
can't help
but always love
and forever miss

           * * *

 

spring arrives
ring that bell
finally
after long
dark drear
even
cold as hell
so winter
those wintry
snowy pleasantries
away with thee
spring days
finally arrive
welcome be
resident warmth
suddenly showy
colour blooms
begin their show
go then nature
let us know
who's in charge
spring storms
quite suddenly
pressure washing
all our dreams
flooding world
torrential
sometimes
brace
for scorching
we take
rags and bits
bedraggled thoughts
of what
was norm
another
outer space
some other
substantial bashing
such is life
a burned out garden
full of trash
brace for drastic
revolution
beware
solar bleaching
or so it seems
yet crazy
dazed by evolution
for those
brave enough
take hold
grab that
pressure wand
direct that
fissured spray
at best
attempt
to measure
we can
perhaps triumph
can will be
somehow leisure
might be
by how well
we are
still connected
correct that
misdirected
urgent pressure
unforgiving spray
scouring things
down to some
pressurizing daze
pray for us
those misgivings
that analytical
bombastic phase
landing on
some hard
burnished surface
where we find
see ourselves
reflection
sometimes
untarnished
always
reflective
harsh or kind
spring arriving
warm reassuring
growth is striving
yet pressurizing
spray in kind
magic pressure wand
sometimes sulking
at times conniving
often haunting
oh so trying
but be brave
keep zen
white dove
pure in heart
master water
sure in mind
liquid power
surely speak
as we
ultimately seek
refined towers
think
loving spring
seed
peace and flowers

          * * *

 

if we think about it
grief isn't far
from where we live
perhaps we don't
have to think about it
for grief is always there
deep in our hearts
buried in our souls
it's not hard to feel
such intense memories
where heart wrenching
trauma lived
and still lives
changing so many
true life stories
making us truly
ponder and wonder
thinking about
holy and glory
what is rationally
necessarily real
all our broken
holy and glory
all our grief
everything spoken
and unspoken
all those grievous things
we can conceive
this grief we know
what if healing
was truly something
we could believe

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