The Cup Is Full

the dusk was littered

with pieces of lives

or only mine... stunned into submission

by april's gardens of annual dissapointments.
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It rained so much ........

We grow used to grey

as though it were the meaning of life...

and I was not expecting You.

Standing on the stairs,

a collage.. deliberate and delivered

like sumptious frivolous shrimp...

theatre and contrived vibrance

pretentious and delightful showmanship
but if only I had not sworn to sobriety

and sacrificed the words!
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YOU. raising your arms,a modern day Moses,

harking the beautifullness

of the day I had promised should be melancholic.
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Sucking in air

with so much drama and lordliness..You...

me...a coward's shadows

twinned in the changing angles of enlightenment.

Hoping the mist would swallow you away...

Begging God to stop the world

so I could be trapped with you forever

...and so it was .
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I am trying to speak lies that once were truths.
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you levitate as I plummet

and I age thousands of years....
"..and then the cup is full"

was all I actually heard of your soliloquy
for I had been away...

chasing a moment

long since making a home

in a place alusive to purpose.
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our brief exchange winding down...

an old dented metalic toy

toppling,rattling,diminishing

on the tile floor...

my lungs flexing

,recycling the essence

lingering ,by your leave.
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from here I watch you

pass the massive windows,

never looking in to see me seeing you ...

that almost imperceptable cringe from the rain...

or something drearier...

I'd failed to notice.
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i turn my gaze again

to the bland horizon..

soon...the grey bleeds down into darkness

and the windows become mirrors

with nothing more to say

than that the lessons offered on the meanings of life....

are so much more fleeting

than the days we spend in search of them ...
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