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Writing songs, poems, verse and more



  • kaguanakaguana Member Posts: 1,328
    Glad to see that people still write here from time to time

  • LordRumfishLordRumfish Member Posts: 936
    A few more recent endeavors here:

    Love Language
    by Mark Burton, 4/16/2017, 4:33 A.M.

    I hold your wrists
    so you can't slit them;
    if I bathe you in pleasure,
    maybe you'll forget the
    jangle-glass hounds
    that dog your croons,
    and if you can't forget
    maybe you'll just swoon.
    They call it love language,
    how affections express,
    and my love language comes
    by dermal caress:
    if I make you lose count
    of little deaths now,
    perhaps the big deaths
    will be eased somehow.


    Spontaneous Combustion
    by Mark Burton, 4/17/2017, 1:13 P.M.

    The fire starts at the cell phone
    (not so smart now, is it?)
    then rapidly engulfs your body;
    it spreads across the couch,
    burns a trail through hallways,
    doors, stairs,
    until finally it comes licking into the bedroom.
    We probably could have put it out
    if we weren't so busy pouring kerosine;
    the flames devour pictures, beds,
    husbands, wives and family.
    We really ought to escape this arson,
    but now we'll see it through:
    the flames devour everything,
    including me and you.
    Ashes can be fertile,
    and something new may grow,
    but it's also pure destruction,
    so forgive me while I glow.


    Take Me With You
    by Mark Burton, 4/19/2017, 4:55 P.M.

    Silken joy descends upon me,
    black lace love, diaphanous deep,
    the night has not been made for sleep
    and neither has this day.
    Smooth and wet, you whet my stone
    and sharpen our desire,
    sparks fly when the whet stone meets
    such soft and sharp edges

    We meet in the gap,
    an opening
    that creates life and love and good,
    so fortunate I, tis welcoming
    though I am a thief,
    a corsair meandering
    along this wood.

    In mere moments,
    all the futures I had seen,
    replacing them in shades of green
    and love.

    we are wandering,
    two corsairs foreign and far away
    together through the mystic days,


    50 Years Late and $7.37 Short, Adjusted for Inflation
    by Mark Burton, 4/21/2017, 4:42 P.M.

    Daydream darling,
    I decorate a psychic space for you:
    this space is filled with colors,
    filled with textures
    and tastes;
    dark chocolate M&M's
    silken paisley, astrakhan
    green and blue and purple and black
    and every other shade has a turn
    on its back.
    Rainbows in bottles,
    artistic banal
    it might be mundane
    but I'll color it all,
    I'll color your world,
    I'll color it all.
    Floral prints and gothic refrains
    the goal is not to mask the pain
    but make it palatable,
    a bit more sane
    in the madness of our love,
    in antique daisy chains;
    daydream darling,
    awaken me
    awaken all
    that we could be,
    as we defy
    every law
    including gravity,
    connect and drift
    on astral tides,
    heal me and
    consume my love,
    my life.

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