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BARD
FROM PAR TAKEN
By
Guichard Cadet
Indescribable
A
slightly-wet brush stroking a canvas
with
its dark-maroon coating
intruding
with
permission, if I may
be
so polite in spite of vanity
be
allowed to bask in the sun
near
the rainbow
where
all colors are jovial, radiant
bursts
of togetherness
of
light eyes in the dark
blankets
on the grass
happiness
under the sky that stores
richness
in our hearts.
Not clear enough!
You're
pillow while we talk
a
form of security
that
blankets
my
every turn & consideration.
with
permission, if I may
be
so forward in spite of my shyness
be
trusted to secure the treasures
of
your heart where all feelings are acceptable
even
harsh ones.
More definition!
Perfectly
woven spiral
thrown
caught
by one who was asked
"Little
girl, you want some candy?"
Pepper
meant
to spice
Liquor
each
drop intoxicating
breath
to
the last. Do we part?
migrate
like birds
change
like seasons.
Relate it to something concrete!
A
sign of vulnerability
Enters
as you appear
I
stop making sense
Oh
my gosh - I start sounding funny because
U
are *********
FORGET IT!
Chivalry's Return
Now
that I'm older
I
smile much more
because
I find it funny
that
with all the independence you proclaim,
you
stand still
At
the edge, after the first step
where
love turns into a sewery moat,
you
wait
for
me to throw down my jacket,
and
help you over,
serve
as a life preserver,
that
difficult knot, you can't swim
only
because you refuse
to
try
to
see. if I'll rescue you
African Features
Gentle,
Cool
as the breeze
Who
seizes
The
core,
the
mantle,
and
the crust.
Bold.
As
a bone plucked well,
Let
me tell
Of
round
brown
eyes
shapely
thighs,
cheeks
that blush
brighter
than a cig's butt,
and
tongue
so
long, it nearly brought me
To
the next episode.
The
drinks were done.
We
were alone;
we
smiled a mild
then
left it at that.
Warm
as it may sound,
It
didn't last a day.
Less
than twenty-four
More
than a year.
Those
features, like short stories
do
not last
but
are first
because
they teach us:
Only
the middle is bound.
Serenity
If
I drew
you:
a picture
only
bards can see
Would
you cry?
the
way the gods
opened
up my heart,
the
sky
under
the Brooklyn Bridge
A
canvas: oblique,
bare;
drifting like the sordid past-
thundershowers
at bay
illuminating
the New York skyline,
lifting
the stormy seas,
your
soul
Is
it so deep
or
is the bay green,
murky,
dark; a sadness
amidst
such splendor and glory
Could
we have mistaken
the
view, the lightning and
the
thunder for our theme song,
as
if we were being courted,
serenaded
by the heavens
to
jump into the splendor and glory.
A
movie scene,
it
told of romanticism
of
a broken lyricist
with
a new bag. I
walked
a mile-long journey
where
denial and truth entwined
like
a suicidal rope;
une
histoire tragique,
two
young lovers
on
a different plane,
a
level.
down
where one
can
touch but can never be
touched
by your warmth,
caressed
with your honesty,
the
heavens applauded,
the
sky took pictures,
and
raindrops trickled
in
a syncopated rhythm,
we
toiled, trying to dig
deeper
as if prying, but
actually
reaching out
a
friendly hand to touch
a
soft ear to listen;
to
my heartbeat:
outside
was loud, but
inside
there was…
serenity.
Fences
when
you take one down,
you
must realize
there's
a limit
you
then must be
willing
to cross
over
it. one limb
at
a time
when
barbed wires
is
the barrier through
which
we communicate.
our
feelings have been muted
by
that we should uphold.
Revenue
Sharing
A
hot bloody shrill
ran
across the board
as
if it had bonded
with
a maverick bent on
merging.
As
if the future
had
no options,
only
the liquid assets
stashed
in a vault,
frozen.
Held
at fault
'cause
he dared bare
her
bear skin
once
tired of all the bull.
The
crash came without warning,
and
very little interest.
The
acquisition, dull;
The
takeover, bitter.
Secrets
traded yielded junk,
for
the moment had no treasure
and
the mark hit
made
no cents.
Express
American sorrow
on
the maturity of Seri's E's,
but
limit the tears
in
order to ease
the
cease of our accountability.
In
Control
If
there is any such thing,
the
only way to get it:
Deny
Everything
when
caught with your pants down
in
the tower, always remember The Sun
Rose
in the east and took a peak
at
all. The relevant information,
there
is none.
No
facts to base. this charge
Deny
Everything! go as far
To
say that you never loved
Your
mother? you tolerated her
After
all,
she
was the first.
to
let you suck her breasts,
and
to rub your balls.
before.
They grow suspicious,
Knowing
a cleaner is
a
professional, specialist if I may,
Dog
who tears slowly at human skin
for
owners who agree to hide
his
identity. a ruthless
glare
that sparkles amidst bursts
of
laughs garnered through intimate interstate calls
leaving
wireless,
breathless, inspirational
mementos
in your box,
stains
on your brain, and all
the
while grabbing air, 'cause
Denial!!
Denial!! you scream
Remember
the time you giggled
at
seventeen seconds before
your
orgasms, minor notes
copping
a plea for understanding
You
beg: I want the truth
Never
play the futures market
only
3% on the average win
It's
a high risk business
To
let a usual suspect spin a tale
Of
forbidden intimacy while maintaining a distance
But
the payoff is so great
If
you get good at remaining in control,
By
Denying Everything.
Heaven
and Hell
As
time goes by
slowly
as fine wine ages.
Ours
is a love for the ages,
and
only the sages will understand.
Why
it is I froze, looking
up
at the ceiling, long enough
for
you to ponder
what's
on my mind
The
2 things you said:
lack
of trust, and
you
can't pretend a year didn't go by
That
alone made it reality.
To
know that the glee
of
you and me is only temporary;
that
I can't have you
How
I want. for you
to
be free, not only for me;
for
you are the world.
the
reason I had to freeze
and
cork my passion
and
spill my seed while french-kissing.
I
long for you
So
much, that it is scary;
I
may trust but I still fear
To
be taken for granted;
Once
more to bite my lip
and
swallow my tears
as
another new lover learns
because
my soul burned
In
the fire called Experience,
I'm
a teacher who watches bright pupils
return
to
make their peace, they shed.
turn
the good into stress
and
deny I was the best they ever had.
I
can't promise that I can
continue
to hide my vulnerability;
yes!
I may cry and cuss
not
just for sympathy
but
for the understanding that I need.
Why We Die
We
die,
Unlike
an aged star
Our
cries loud.
Corpses
bleeding
reincarnated
spirits
are
we
Survivors
they say;
Sufferers
we are
taught
to face
the
hardships we endure
to
save face
we
accept
humiliation:
it's
just a test
detested!
we cry
just
to bring a smile
we
jest.
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