Friday, September 6, 2013


Golden tears next to my honey of
love, I cry to seek solace in jugs of
soiled water

Fears in pools of painful lies creep
in, worms to poison and infest juices
of grace

No voice to soothe the sore throat in
agony, a piece of lemon to sting the
fresh wounds

I fight to keep streams of pure joy
running, miserably fell into pits of
dark holes

Quit tonight to enemies waiting to
kill, arise again and defend the fount
of life

Pick up the shattered diamonds with
care, drink the cup of forgiveness

and sleep

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