Come sit with me on the edge of Tomorrow,
poetry can wait a day,
For although homeless words,
avid and potent do beset the calmness of thine nimble mind,
let me be thy peace till dawn..
I’m lost in battle to my thoughts and dreams,
when words doth fail and emotions run extreme,
Will I remember now,will I remember this,
will today stand still for tomorrow’s bliss..
If indeed I sit with thee
Nay, Not for the bliss of tomorrow,
it standeth still for it’s own madness raw So,
seat let me provide passion pure,
poetry paper lacketh sure when thou is done sitting,
thine lyrically haunted mind shall want our art addictive,
again So sit and paint me with unspoken words,
let the beating of our hearts be an endless rhyme
I did find solace at the bottom of a bottle, a fleeting moment ago,
happiness was kind enough to deceive, sadly come dawn in my own bile I awoke,
passion was never a solution, this poet has a heart of stone
Love has robbed me blind, of a heart and the words I own,
i’ll sit a while if you’ll promise i’ll never be alone,
i’ll give you my voice and your heart and mine would beat as one
Thine heart of stone be mere wool to me..
l for my chest haboureth, but a beating diamond If thine stone would beat as one with mine,
we would clash in pure pleasing companionship, Spark a fire that would burn your loneliness,
heat your madness in calm sweetness I swear not, but let my pride be thine insurance..
for of thee I ask no premium So sit if thine would sit, tomorrow draws near…
I tire of this impasse
O how sweetly you have woven a fairy tale of bliss
My naked Soul clothed with your finest jewelry
Even if this honeycomb of ours is a sting of bees
i would sit with thee forever as we turn from dust to lore...
written by : #KJD #POET_X
A tale of two continues next week friday,(my laptop crashed and schedule has been crazy for the past week) sorry for the wait. enjoy this beautiful piece by KJD and I. Have a lovely weekend. kisses!