...you've lost perspective? Well, get it back - God alone has the third person point of view in this life ...
...a bard's down-to-earth love: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red and when she walks, treads on the ground...
...don't you realize a flawless profile means nothing when a mere smile drives me to desperation? Don't you covet that power?..
...all this time I've been worshiping you - when other men wanted to kiss you, I've been offering the praise of my lips...
...When people lose their way and lack a real purpose for living they often fall back on certain forms of escapism as a form of self-soothing...
...the wind has a purpose - to rattle the window panes, disturb the cat and make me miss you ...
...I've known damnable beauty - the turgid pull of swirling blackness - but in the end, it's futile - purity alone redeems...
...I know Shakespeare said art is holding up a mirror to nature- but you're actually bending and refracting it through your interior dialogue ...
....you were a jumble of broken bits of glass the sun caught and stained my soul with your colors....
...a sensual life is a ghostly existence where you live on the surface and your soul passes through everything, touching nothing ...
...it was inevitable I loved you - we were soul mates - for the same reason, we were fated to suffer...
...I gave you painted air - tears I couldn't weep - truths I couldn't speak - all the words that caught in my throat...
...some say Twitter seems trite and lacks weightiness - but in actuality, it lends itself to poetry - it can be very compressed and intense...
...come lie beside me again and understand - the others can show by actions, but I alone will immortalize you in words...
...what is the meaning of La Belle Dame Sans Merci? - have you never been enthralled? enchantment that is unrequited desolates the soul...
...I'm the last person to ask about unrequited love - I've run away to the Moon and fled to its valleys...
...some nights I'd sneak out and listen to the radio in my Dad's old Chevy - children need solitude - they don't teach that in school...
...how are you sacred to me? your lines are golden threads - your patter, my patten - I explore the liturgy of your words...
...good words - that triumphalism of positivity- but life will claw and eat you - chew you over and over - if you carry such a small knife ...
...I'm constantly agitated, restless - I work moments like worry beads until I see your face...
...I can think of other forms of worship than loving you, but none that make me feel so fulfilled...
