Fri, Nov 4th - 3:22AM
Virgin Paper
A new page lies before me.
I must write, but what?
Before the covers close
And the book is through.
A clean page, spotlessly clean,
Beckoning my lifeblood, drawing my ink.
I wish to speak, but
My pen just won't do.
The page fades not with time
Only my eyes see dimmer now
The outline, drawn around
Spelling the end of this pass.
The page has no end
Yet I, a poor beggar
Plead come a new dawn, not dusk,
Not to drown alone in the carbon black abyss.
What do I write?
Copyright © 2005 Lyle Melford Miller
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Fri, Nov 4th - 3:21AM
The Sailor's Words
Listen to the whisper of solace, deep within,
When all around you blow the winds of turmoil and strife,
Sail straightaway across tempest tossed seas of din;
Hold steadfast and true on the course you chose for life,
And remember this my dear:
I never found the words to say good-bye.
Cast your nets to the sea, diligently,
Hoping for the ultimate catch, come your way;
Then will you realize that the catch I can't be;
I was tossed upon the shore, yet, loving you, went away,
But believe this my love:
I never knew the words to say hello.
Copyright © 1979 Lyle Melford Miller
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Fri, Nov 4th - 3:19AM
Star Struck Heart
A thousand and one joys, are flowing in my heart;
A thousand and one years, of happiness from the start;
A thousand and one words, could not tell you how I feel;
A thousand and one ways, all my love could not reveal;
A thousand far dreamscapes, cavort before my eyes;
A thousand times over, my soul soars past the skies;
See it sparkle, see it gleam,
molten passion, free to dream;
A stellar heart, burning sun, rocketing by, where comets run;
See it glitter, see it glow, its a star, or don't you know?
Its all yours, so steal it away,
for its true, you made me this way.
Copyright © 1981 Lyle Melford Miller
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Fri, Nov 4th - 3:09AM
Snowblinded
Behind frozen masks of painted smiles,
Sitting and laughing at the insanity,
In his lonely, tented solitude,
Only the snowblind clown saw reflected,
The blizzard of tears like snowflakes,
In the scintilating shards of his shattered soul,
Driven on tormented, wailing winds,
Slowly drifting deeper, while pain cries STOP,
In the lost reaches of an endless storm.
Copyright © 1981 Lyle Melford Miller
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