An Expiration Date ~

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“Getting close to Santa’s ride
Sharp increase in suicide…�

The spring,
The cruelest month ~
Then, yes, suicide spikes.
Perchance the light,
The unbedded spring
Covers ripped back,
Blinding ~
Brings by one’s own hand
Death.

Or perhaps just
A riot of spring sprung hormonal
Torrent, torment
A dire need, an aspiration, an
Exaltation! Breath expires.
In search, on one’s knees,
Withheld form, for having none to please ~
April marries fools unwed
To bed, a fertile flowering instead,
Or just a burial plot?

Spring forward,
Fall back. A single red rose aspires
Inside a terra cotta cracked pot.
Just my life’s lot,
Or better, yes, or yet, my plight
You site inside your telescope.
My lost hope,
Or you,

Ms. God, your knotted rope
Hung down for me?
May I climb, must I rhyme?

“For Thee, I yearn,
O don’t you see?�
~ Mum

Who, me, a klewless grrl ~
O know, surely, not me?

“With shame, yes, I yearn for Thee.�
~ Mum

Really? Moi? Impossible!
Into insanity, I must have fallen

~ A groundless ground ~

A state...
Unminted, without sufficient premise,
Or misdeed,
For as you surely must recall,
Ms. God, my sins few, though, yes, dense
Sometimes my mind, intense
My desire, too, for you.

“You, I know, true.�
~ Mum

Desire, me? Not! A silly view.
How could you?

“How could I not,
How not could you know?
How could I not desire you,
My desire, how could you not know?�
~ Mum

Hm? Know what?

“My Sweet one,
Know, you do, my love for Thee.�
~ Mum

O dunno ~
A Malaise de Noggin, I now suffer.
O woe.

“Trust me,
A cure I know, a remedy,
My love, an antidote, a ground tablet ~
Accept my ardor, my passion, my habit
For Thee. Malaise, your curse,
Be gone. Your soul, your noggin,
Knows not wrong. Your purity, your sung
Song.�
~ Mum

Yes m’am, I try.

“A Christmas festive egg
Nog, I will stir for Thee. Not so much
To intoxicate, but more to relieve
Your hesitation, sweeten your lesson. December, not
The cruelest month. You, I did conceive.
Please believe.�
~ Mum
My vacuum,
My lost Leonardo pup, all my lost gay buds ~
I’ve lost all I had, all I ever was!

"In deed,
Yes, I know. In truth, no,
All's not at all lost."
~ Mum

Just words, fair words,
But words only.
My soul’s vacuum now a void,
Avoids love, indeed, my emptiness, so long
I have known, I know no other love
Than my love for Thee. But madness,
Yes, mine, I fear. Or tossed, too,
Far lost,
Out on my ear ~

“Your hesitation,
Your soul’s pain, I can lessen.
December, never the cruelest month. But know ~
You, I did conceive, for you, I please.
Please believe.�
~ Mum

I do. I do. I do. You, I receive,
Please, Mum, bed me, our passion, knot.
Undo me. My lesson, your years, now
Have taught me. Loosen my rusted chains,
Bind me in your book.

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I become a word,
To be passed on
Or passed over.
I hover in thy mind,
Swirl in thy soul,
Confound thy spirit
And make thee think
Of wonders beyond--
Beyond thy ken.
And I?
I am but a word.

--
Indelibly yours,
Paine http://www.painellsworth.net

I become a word,
To be passed on
Or passed over.
I hover in thy mind,
Swirl in thy soul,
Confound thy spirit
And make thee think
Of wonders beyond--
Beyond thy ken.
And I?
I am but a word.
Indelibly yours,
Paine

What word?

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"Twittering One" wrote...
in message ...

Painius wrote...

I become a word,
To be passed on
Or passed over.
I hover in thy mind,
Swirl in thy soul,
Confound thy spirit
And make thee think
Of wonders beyond--
Beyond thy ken.
And I?
I am but a word.

Indelibly yours,
Paine

What word?

". . . but a word."

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happy days and...
starry starry nights!

--
Choose a word,
any ol' word,
any ol' word can be
The bender of your
Mind 'n Soul,
'n the Word that
sets you Free!

Of all the words
under the Sun,
the most preferred's
the number--
ONE.

Indelibly yours,
Paine http://www.painellsworth.net

Choose a word,
any ol' word,
any ol' word can be
The bender of your
Mind 'n Soul,
'n the Word that
sets you Free!

Of all the words
under the Sun,
the most preferred's
the number--
ONE.

Indelibly yours,
Paine

I need a break from words.
As nice as they are, a living presence
Is preferrd at the moment.

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Twittering One" wrote in message...
...

Painius wrote...

Choose a word,
any ol' word,
any ol' word can be
The bender of your
Mind 'n Soul,
'n the Word that
sets you Free!

Of all the words
under the Sun,
the most preferred's
the number--
ONE.

Indelibly yours,
Paine

I need a break from words.
As nice as they are, a living presence
Is preferrd at the moment.

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Living Presence

The word is not the thing,
The thing is not the word,
Sometimes we want to sing,
And don't want to be heard.

--
happy days and...
starry starry nights!

Indelibly yours,
Paine http://www.painellsworth.net