Some of my poems

Friendship like mellow

Friendship like yellow

A touch of love

A want for above

My Friend, my core

My dear Alice lore

Someone to love

Appearing as Dove

A love forever, leaving fornever

Wanting with you, to stay together

Ever since, first I, saw

I, always, needed more

Of the same, ever, ever long, long game

Of seeing you; feeling love none can tame

My, dear, Alice; my, dear, Friend

As a Knight, as a wish; I need defend

You, you, you

I, I, I

I love you.

Do you love me too?

4,4,2019

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King me with this tale

And know what can hail

A love a love a love

Serene and ever so above

Maybe division rocks this mount

Maybe division rocks dis moun'

Wherever you hail; speak now

All worth, wherever birth

Oh, oh, I am Knight

Oh, oh, we all seem bright

And dark, one ring to rule them all.

And dark, one ring to rue dem arl

Cockney, hockney, rockney, hackney

Brummie, Rummie, Lummie, Hummie

London, Essex, Yorksheer, Yorkshire

So many people, so many, many lands

And of Russia, where some love disbands

Forget the hate and the evil on plate

Remember the love, Russian Friend mate

I love you, I love you all

My Friends, my Friends from many lands

My Friends, my Friends of many hands

German, Italian, Russian and Belurussian

Beautiful people, wonderful folk

I love you, truly, more than ever can you sight

So deeply, so wonderfully, so possessively and painfully

Losing faith in Friends

The dark rims of the sun

I charged them this night and they were there before long

The same Friends I said may never ever at all be wrong

That this night I took to curse by losing faith in they

When I spoke online with keys having heavy a fee

They were there, two of two and two other two

They had no clue but still did as they do

Looking out for me and sheltering with love

Why did I cease to bow to whom I hold above?

Focus: Please bear in mind that I have a particular propensity for meaning disaster by night. As well as stress, exhaustion, true depression and so forth. For me to speak of night is fifty percent non literal as it is fifty percent literal. I tend to speak such as "This night is long," "I know not what to do this night" and various alternates and expansions I am sure you can imagine. While this feeling and conjuring may still be used by other authors I wanted to point out, for anyone unaware, of some of the ways in which such terminology is used by me, particular as intense struggles such as grieving and general depression are so common throughout the day, it is common for me to speak of night during a literal day. Additionally night is often me referring to my life as a whole. It is I speaking of a struggle, a fall, a worry, a depression and the like. It is a go to so when seeing the word bear in mind 

that it is not even really metaphoric but simply my instant meaning, to my 

mind's eye literal, reference to pain where it is so natural that there is no 

actual transformative process in play.

5/4/2019

Finished just a little before 12:16AM.