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„Boring Lovesongs”
the man was never interested
in the romantic cinema
dancing to the violin
and organizing picnics by the seaside
cynical
sceptical
yet his words
and his own
declarations of love
were the most interesting rituals
tearing up her eyes
way more
than the old violin song
that man
her own enigma
„Honey Beer”
he was the one
to teach her how to drink
and when shopping in the store
she chose a honey beer
he chuckled at her
yet she explained
she wanted it to be bittersweet
just the way he was
the type of his demeanor
as well
„Mellowing Whispers”
before a sultry
rough night
lying in wait for them
each time he had been
denuding her
from the extravagant lingerie
and endowing her swan neck
with a recurrent kiss
it has always been
transparent for her
that every solo peck
committed using his lips
would be preceded by a mild whisper
balmily mumbled into her ear
about how unscathed she should feel
with his arms
framing her waist
with his phrases
evincing her name
— the labyrinth of inconvenient lies
undesignated yet
accompanied by the harshness of the aim
„Delightfulness Overload”
at the very first gathering
her esteemed mother
already went head over heels
with how he would dissolve any cloud cover
— the mechanism he intimated
to tend her bosom offspring hankering
it was the genus of a son
she had set her heart on to obtain
with his enunciative words of wonder
more sugar-coated than
her renowned cheesecake
she baked again for them
once the two sojourned betwixt the saunter
and her baby gem to glint
cheering intensifies
from a chrysalis
to a prismatic butterfly
as she does
her little girl
for the first time with a man
smitten by
„The Inky Black Inception”
stroking his hair
and putting a kiss on his forehead
each morning before he left
hadn’t been thought and hadn’t been considered
the sharpest nails in the coffin
still yet back then
the entrance to the warren
she stands before its gates
she is unaware and she is innocent
and he is the one she wants to follow
and according to the girl only with him the page
of her lifetime’s history can be written down
she wouldn’t even dare imagine the blackest of inks
bursting, ebbing, staining all the next ones in that manual
her fondness will give more
than just a common pen
and will give him the master key
furthermore
to open the wicket
and madly take her by the hand
to soon start his master show
without having it held by the end of
„The Wicked Semblance Mastery”
the girl’s father patting him on the shoulder
and her momma kissing the guy’s forehead too
such sincere signs
probably the most solemn
for accepting her one
there goes the evil and two-faced contentment
and that his oftentimes reprised promise
to always hold her tight to his chest
to turn the miss into the missus
and how proud was the boy’s stare
and how fulfillingly fed was his ego
approval and pride — everyone’s delight
the comfort for the next few sweet whiles
before the gifted rose turning unfortunate
would unveil and evince the piercing blade
of the shrouded thorn to everyone
showing around — to sightsee some kind
of the extensive hell on Earth
the entrance to the maze of sundry shadows
with the guide man as a fool and a rogue to leave
as they desiderate for to break through and exit
fallacious his dastardly masquerade
„Ephemeral Cloud Nine”
the couple seeming so ordinary
with their feelings on cloud nine
and their parents over the moon
— such a love story divine
yet dare I ask — who to expect how it will vary?
and who — who to foresee how it will turn out anon?
such terrestrial paradise
the seventh heaven earthbound
interrupted by the devil also sublunary
for now it’s all shrouded deep inside
but just a matter of time when it gets external
like all of them ordinary
yet so minacious
he is crawling closer and closer by
and it’s so woebegone to announce
it’s so dolorous to have it pronounced
fugacious
all their notions for the future
all the elatedness
when the faculty of sight turned to such utopia
is imperiled by
a wily dystopia
aiming to overlap
„Promises From Hell”
he was faithful when it came to her
and his relations with other women
the quality of his fidelity
— unfeigned unquestionably
but when it came to the way
he looked at truths and lies
his vows and promises once made
and those kept ones
it was a one big question
one big doubt
„Circumspect”
she did decide
to seek all the answers needed
his own reply
„Will To Redeem”
as she threw her shreds of altercation at him
promptly out of her mouth
they both realized — nay inductions
these sentences had been replicated divers of times
‘…I just want to have us rescued’
quoth the female
de novo the prelude to her mental agony
with crystal yet dreary tears welling up in her eyes
it was only him present
during the gruelling debate;
her monologue to enjoin;
her pleading summary
and he responded with having had no clue
so how could you have it by any chance?
but would anybody really venture to say
with crossing one’s particularly continuous heart
that she was demanding a luxury
even though she anyhow professed
to have been howling and weeping
did plain and sob
for the boy consisting of an exquisite gold
'the heart-throb worth a king’s ransom withal'
as she had a certitude about
through all the time with a chiming clock?
„The Tightening Void”
the couple wasn’t consentaneous
as from his side that usual empty gaze
only silence remained
as the answer she had needed so desperate
and once it will be another his hush
and twice will come her disconsolateness
and once it will be something like a soothing rain
the relieving docility — the cordiality untold from him
and twice it will be the innocent girl’s bane
the smell of scourge and the taste of torment
and once it will be his shout or a motion
and twice it will be her leniency so immediate
and once it will be his whisper of love
and twice will she repeat her own
focused on and entwined with his hoaxical saccharinity
criss-cross — the chequer so tight — arduous to unravel
such onerous web toilsome to unknot
no use in mentioning any external space while there
yet the internal lacuna at the time — not to refell
and once it will be any his interchangeable move
and twice will be her own
. . . ?
„Bearing The Cross”
‘every couple has to go
through the same;
all people in love sometimes
do fight and complain’
that was what she said
what she thought
after another arguments
had turned against her lucid hopes
for them
to reconcile
to finally go on
once again
with such sensation
she tragically chooses to bear
his own cross
all the time tilting at windmills
for his implicit salvation
despite the rues are lacked;
not desired is his potential urge for to reconstruct;
his 'perhaps still possible' metamorphosis
is wilfully being kept out of sight
all the misdeeds
he wouldn't adjust
„Inimical Bliss Of The Ignorance”
that woman discerned
somewhere inside
he was the constituent of
something furtive she was still yet to decipher
it was so visceral
and even when sometimes
it was driving her crazy
he kept on remaining and prevailing
as silent as the grave
with every next gaze gone exchanged
with every move he made
it was becoming
plain sailing to stand
undemanding to desist the fright
at least for a few moments more back then
the carousel of feelings and thoughts
goes round and round
and the mobility is smooth
as long as there is enough of soothingness
to calm the anxiety
and hide the truth
„The Truth About Drawbacks”
vices
of a human
having ones
inevitable
some of them are
one hundred percent fine
to be totally accepted
yet some of them
cannot be treated like
invisible
but what shall be obvious:
none of them
shall ever do harm
shall ever seriously affect you
„Blurred”
such mist of feelings
and honeyed talks
still rudimentarily shushed is
every cry
the dense haze dances before her sight
„Jewellery Of Chains And Thorns”
each 'magnanimously' gifted petal corolla
— just a mutated thorn
and each 'generously' shelled out necklace or bracelet
conspiratorially ripened into a Janus-faced chain
— out of them the youthful man thoroughly involved
was crafting and manufacturing
the crown for his queen
for he used to claim her to be one permanently
hearken to me as I speak
her illusive diadem doesn’t equal your aureole
and the chains no matter how crystally polished
they always start to squeeze and cause blood
as foremost
you coronate the girl’s heartbreak developed
but little do you know
such tiara unfolded might lead to the gore
and no — not this time
don’t you venture to disdain nor dare shut your eyes
it’s not a fatuous joke
yet you’d better ne’er steer her to the punchline
of what you are doing
heaven forfend —
'what have you done'
„Mephitic Loveliness: What You Shall Remember”
even the most
beautiful toxin
of the most
delicious taste
is still toxic itself
„New Year’s Hopes”
the only wish of her
for to happen
to come true
in the fresh oncoming year
were fireworks
such thunderous
colorful and bright
just like those in the sky
of the very first January’s night
„(Never)Ending Fireworks”
that prodigious power
those variegated tinctures
and that dazzling refulgence
emblems of her unfaltering hopes
for her precious one to descry
and conjoin to have shared
fireworks he always esteemed
yet espied her way
in their fair feelings exchange
the reciprocity of effort
mutual indeed
the endeavor for to always uplift
without misgivings supervened
without chaos applied
such an idyllic sphere of joy
and that persistent — doubtless
seeking for a spent together
in alliance
heartening — yet in sooth
forever just 'tomorrow' — ne’er 'today'
„The Almighty One”
denominating her his fragile angel
cleping a little dove so frail
with the urgent aegis of guardianship
for the 'tool inamorata' to derive from him
she had seen him portrayed
as an overprotective man
with that glacé confabulation and an eagle eye
so idiosyncratically cautious
yet with an also adoring stare
like all of a sudden fulfilled the icy emptiness
all of that for nothing else
but to admire
and be abundantly proud
'to have him nigh — the lucky one'
and speaking of his 'interesting' possession
of such a peculiar set of features
the kind of her desired truth — at least temporally
but with the time she was able to deduce
the gist beneath the flickering winks of those his eyes
what he had been capable of
what he had needed them mostly for
the half-truths' darker halves lurking in a lucent camouflage
„The Violent Pace”
he had been reviewing himself a gentleman
to always escort her only through the paths
where their areas
had been supposed to be 'safe'
but there came a precipitated turn of action
an unexpected twist of fate
so orderless and perilous
when the 'gentlemen' had to get in fight
for the first time before her eyes
„The Path To Menace”
skipping a heartbeat and having her blood run cold
managed she to vamoose
from shotguns' launched reverberation
the triggers pulled expectorating lead
as even their trail orated to have been shielded
was intemperately set in the sunless conflagration
the master danger
the maximal risk
compared to treading
on the promptly cracking glacier
yet that time the element was different
these were embers
and she was trudging through barefoot
and not only that meticulous day
but since the onset — since the genesis
and they weren’t only underneath
they were also being thrown at
for that she was sometimes even bound to agree
— her further approval even though
nefariously spellbound and out of guilt
disastrously had a meaning
he was complacent to wield
„The Ostensible Relief”
only when finally back in his arms
she felt like a human being the most alive
only then
her unforeseen and afeared shouts went quiet
for the upcoming evanescent span of time
only then
all the activated infernos around
seemed to originate the will to expire
it had always been glimpsed the same way
no matter the course of events
but what will happen next just right here and now?
the ostensible relief — its systematic reconstruction
into the accruing unawareness's reconnaissance
the geysers still asleep — to awaken pronto
the volcanoes' range — for all of them to erupt
the avalanches — the army of rising frosty stalagmites
the floods of tears — their ginormous devouring tides
please, take my hand and confide in me
for there are always refuges aligned
where the relief sempiternal is
revolutionized into definite bliss
and cardinal serenity to love and live
„Livid Blue”
thanking God
for their deliverance
and her desperate urge
to embosom her sweetheart safe and sound
was succeeded
by when all the indignation lit
her beguiling eyes
and let the pearly lakes of tears
stream down her cheeks
blushing erubescent
the lacrimae’s freshet unanticipated
like subterranean waters did blow out
the forceful and zingy waterfalls
once as the blade they do glow
she was simply livid
agitated
asking 'what was that supposed to mean?'
and heading back to where they used to live
scared of every midget shadow on their way
though still unaware
of his own crepuscular self
of nothing being about
to factually look the same anymore
„Latest Way To Elucidate!”
here comes the elucidation
of the things gone
'outta his control'
here comes another revelation
of his words of honor
a yet another pretty declaration of love
yet with an even 'prettier' one
due to the promised protection
and everything being as it used to be
— everything being allegedly 'alright'
— request to stay instead of for to run
„Deceptive Are Appearances”
the lady so youthful frowned
and bit with her teeth white as snow
her glossy lips the taste of once strawberry
now embittered
for his strategies for to comfort with a tender kiss:
all of them one by one — indignantly dismissed
and yet through shaking voice
the female lover’s admission was crystal clear
it wasn’t the man she had met once
it wasn’t the life she had planned
neither of those was her choice made
once upon a time
does all the attachment transpire
to suddenly have been
and to always be in vain?
are all the blandishments
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