Immured  in  Madness
                Hue of Thee

         Tears of many colors pour
                One day , red or rue ,
         As the blue ones trickle -- cold !
                All because of you .

         Midnight pangs with black amour
               Morrow clouds me grey ,
         Weary wets of dingy brown
               Why am I this wae ?

          Daze of endless filthy drips
               Upon me acid rains ,
          Oh the many hues of the
               Dalliance tears of pain !
              _________________

                    
The  Bell

        Ring  ring ,  the  Reaper  king ...
             Bell  sounds  twice  the  hour ,
        Immured  within  a  clouded  mind
             Twined  by  mirth  and  stour .

        Misery  misery ,  rue  insane
              Thrall  of  love's  decree ,
        Ever  shall  I  pine  in  Hell
               Exacerbating  dree !
              ________________     
The  Worst
Sad is the fate of those
Who never loved, early or late;
But to love and then forget ,
That is the saddest  fate .
(Havelock Ellis)
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                      A  Catatonic View 

                          

               
  Dreams  to  View    

          Under  willow  tree  I  bide
               Upon  me   throes  of  pain,
          Oh  the  horrid  tears  we've  cried
               A  thousand  years  I've  reigned.

           Rain  upon  me  day  and  night
               This  senseless  dripping  rue ,
           Memories  of  that  moment's  mirth
                Fades  in  dreams  of  you .

           View  the  endless  thrall  of  time
                Under  willow  tree ,
           Shall  I  bide  a  thousand  more
                 Without  the  love  of  thee !
                   ________________
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      LOSE  THAT  TOO !

   Lost  the  morning  sun  again
         The  dew  upon  the  dale ,
   Wings  of  dove  and  butterfiles
          Breezes  as  they  wail .

   Lost  another  noon  of  blue
          One  more  kiss  of  rain ,
   All  the  flowers  bloom  today
          Nightime  as they wane .

   Lost  a  silent  starry  moon
          Upon  a  summer's  rill ,
   And  the  valley's  marigolds
          Sweet  with  daffodils .

   Lost  another  gaze  of  night
          Upon  a  mountain's  view ,
   Even  if  I tasted  love 
          Sure  to  lost  that  too !
        ________________________
                  4 - 10 - 04
            Merriment's  Grief

    Rue  and  pain  and  sorrow , love !
          Which  shall  be  my  bane ?
    Pinning  since  a  childhood's  hour
          Animus !  In  me  wanes .

   Game  the  Deil  makes  me  play
          A  constant  leitmotif ,
   Unfulfillable  yearning  bides ...
          Merriment's grief .

         _____________________
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