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summer heat

by

Commoncold

On days when the mosquitos are ripe like pollen in the air,
Making unclean of what is now, dirty brown hair
I think of magical memories and how friendship crept in,
Little whispers like echos, dancing in the wind
I look for good times like a dried up well, its gone,
Cold now, what happened to warm days when the sun once shone?

I pray for grace and spirit to handle the misfortunes ahead?
I lay in wonderment, and think of the wise words you once said
You shared all your stories with me in a bell beat,
So gracious you were to admit defeat,
Never in fear, like a pilgrim so constant,
And so pure and clean like an infant-

I know Iíve come so far, and never accomplished you-
The goal was jaded like a sand beaten church pew

But now I wince for those days of summer heat-
The golden brown sparks of hair in a collagť with the wheat,
From the fields we ran in, and played in and celebrated our lives


untitled

by

Commoncold

Come away with me cherub, and fall into the sun,
Make me understand why you were the one-
The light accepts your grace like my heart to your passion,
You curve your fate, like the talyor to his fashion-

Why donít you run with me in the fields of my soul,
We can play hide and seek, untill you find the empty hole
You can fill it however you please,
Unopen the locks, set free by unbound keys

Why do i let the scale weigh my intellect against my heart-
How can i begin a race if i donít begin at the start

I dare not protest to the cessspool of magic u expose me to-
Like a wicker basket, your woven taspestry drew me into you
Now I am lost in circles like a ballerina from a music box wound-
Will you come to me when I need to be found?

hollow heart

by

Commoncold

the pain washes you casually ashore,
where you hide the feelings and you can ignore-
isnt it easy to be in the driver's seat
to command ur life without defeat

i envy how u live your life perfectly- without upsets
superficial to live in a world, where you have no regrets

still i notice the glitch in your eye,
the uneasy shift in your breath as u sigh-

the eagerness of your heart to pounce on hope makes you weak,
whaT about ur deaf ears when i speak?

when wil you learn that the wounded one perishes in solitude?
exposed like a vulnerable virigin in the nude-

dont be a fool wasting time on a fallen sun,
know that, in life we lose as much as we gain in everyone

-sell your dreams on the street,
and make a fortune with the one you really deserve to meet.

play on words

by

Commoncold

Am I playing on the words or your heart?
Am I piecing myself together or tearing you apart?
Will you laugh at my naivity when I throw it at you?
Or are my icy jaded ways, polished old tricks made anew?
How smart is the sand man sleeping in his grace to the gentle hiss?
Is there any truth to the words when ignorance is bliss?
Have you broken glass and walked arrogantly over?
Am I drunk and stupid, or confused and sober?
Will you run away with me, when the murmurs grow louder?

for del.
Or wll you lay gentle on my soul like omnipresent baby powder?
My curious ways wonder closer to the fires outside,
Scared to burn I choose to hide
Maybe I will one day conceed to you like the waves to the shore
Whats the point of winning the battle if I loose the war?

unto me

by

Commoncold

Soft winter leaves make love to the winter sand,
make rich the patterns it weaves,
like golden sonnets in a poets hand

melodious sound abound,
senses overflowing to their height,
likened to the caress of a wind blown kite

ancient scripts curl with age,
but children roam sunny
like bittersweet combs
that harshly melt into honey

petals lie heavy on the buds
emotions coalesce in youth
strange how innocent ones see such unrelented passion
in truth.

Dark shadows hide beneath the trees,
closed hearts begin to freeze,
secrets below, hidden with ease

loosen the lock,
help me see what i want to unblock
rescue goodness where there is none,
You need to stay, but i want to run
stir clear the fortune telling tea.
break forth, unto me

Untitled

by

Commoncold

Zenith stars ignite the skies
Burns too bright, burns your eyes,
Ancient scripts curl with age,
Will only time calm your rage?

You beat, you shutter you cripple me inside,
I cry, I whimper and like a coward I hide,
There is no fear in my heart, like the fear you instil,
The is nothing left to break, other than my will-

You reek inside; your stench is vile,
You laugh in wickedness, your humour is denial
You taunt, and tease, you snap me with ease,
I still come back, and I still try to please,
I forgive you, I need your presence
I taste your love, the metallic essence
I lie wilted; the dried brown etched my face,
You settle, and see more than you can erase
We are one again, I hold you weeping, despite the brawl,
But you are powerless again, until our next squall.

Love

by

Commoncold

Oh ye tempest brew like tea,
Storming the temptress from heaven to sea,
A passionate palette of clouds unwound,
To a bruising swell of sensations abound,
Be it grace and great wisdom beyond me,
I shall agree to disagree:
For to Fathom the syllable that will complete this sin,
When the chess board is set for one player to win,
Is to wake from slumber and wane evermore,
Such emotion will turn the rich to poor,
One victor, no valour, and no absence to matter
I'll choose death before I choose the latter!

Innocence of a child

by

Commoncold

Despite the wind and the rain and all heavens that rage,
Despite the rumbling remorse that grows with age,
Despite the gallant gamble that only a fool would make,
Despite the psychopathic pander that the loss would awake,
Despite the irony of desires and sexed up satires,
Despite the burgeoning underbelly at which hell fires,
Despite the pain and sacrifice these acts would entice,
Despite the purity and innocence that is its vice,
Remains a child, as kind as it is innate,
To rid the world of all its evil and all its hate.

Untitled

by

Commoncold

The sum of your fears equals the sum of your lies,
Happiness wears thinner than the water in your eyes,
Force that hesitation and suppress your need,
Within this monster, many more monsters to feed,
And with each hungry mouth, the villain grows,
Like a sand man with a secret only he knows.

You blockade the catchment of dreams unknown,
All while keeping the seeds of life unsown,
To fester the cancer that grows within your soul,
make yourself whole and make yourself known
unless you want to end up naive and alone .

Untitled

by

Commoncold

I used to fly kites as a child, now look at me,
Flying above the clouds like a jailer set free,
And in darkness, when nite skies touch the ground in cold despair,
my imagination for the innocence of youth lying in its lair.
Light up good sir, let's cut ourselves up too,
The silky morning air painting a dulled out hue,
And from that dark point to the sun that shines,
Beyond the oaks and barren wood pines,
So too does the high regain its windward back story,
Of a childhood spent in all my kites glory