I’m one I’m me (Absolute Divorced)

I’m dancing
I’m dancing
Floating on air
I’m one
I’m me again

The paper weight of marriage has gone
The chains of wedlock broke

They vanished  into air so thin
Now its paper
Absolute
Divorced

No written words of score
To toe the line my friend
Paper marriage of written words
No more
This contract
Ends

Binding ties
Untied my love
All done
All gone
Divorced…..

I am divorced
I’m single
I’m dancing
I’m one
I’m me again

Floating on a sea of love
Happy I’m me again

Floating on a sea of smiles
Dancing laughing again

Smiling positive
Without reserve

I’m one
I’m me again

I’m single

Absolute
The final word

Divorced
The final end

I’m one
I’m me again.

Written by © malc.johnson 2008

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mercsmoon poetry © malc.johnson 2008

Tears

I sailed upon a thousand ships
Each wave I rode so high to see the clouds
Only to look out and beyond this vast sea
And each time I looked I saw a different thing
Born out of the waves a curious thing
Tears of life washing away
I wiped a tear away
It fell into the sea
Just one tear
One tear that’s all
Rolling down my face
Then two
And now millions
millions of tears
Out of a crying world
Not just mine

Bound by haunting moods
Time has no place
In this sea of tears
From those tears I cannot erase
And as they fall falling
Dying in this vast sea
Melting into as one
Life is so unkind
But it’s real
Haunting tears falling
Wounded and hurting
Falling into the sea

And just like a tear falling
you cannot bring it back when it’s gone
Wiped away longing to forget
Only time may help
Tired and holding on
Leave now please leave
Tears of sadness from this place
Each tear born of a memory
I cannot forget

And out of the blackness
Out of eyes rising the swelling
Rising tears are coming
Flooding out
Flowing from the unkind wounds of life punishing me
And still they come
And still they rise
One by one
Rolling down my face
From a vast ocean
This place of tears
These tears so salty
Like the sea
Full of empty promises
Non to keep
Tears rolling
Tears.

Written by © malc.johnson 2008

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mercsmoon poetry © malc.johnson 2008

The devils writes

The darkest place
In deepest black of fiery red
No ordinary man
With flames of hell to spawn his name
His name shall be forever
Born in this place of darkness now
With flames of light to see him frown
Flickers away from shadows of pain
He sits on his rock
Counting his men

Upon this rock of twisted frame
His fiery eyes sunk deep like wells
His rotten face just like a corpse
The smell of souls
And of his touche

And when it’s time to catch some more
The devil sits he knows the score
He always gets his souls to keep
He wins them always of mans greed
Do not temp your fate tonight
The devil waits to take a bite

Only fear the reaper man
For he is the devil
Disguised in man
He loves to take your soul away
And women too so be afraid
Then pray tonight
It’s not just you
Don’t sit with him
You fool! he knows
He rapes your mind
To get your soul
Sometimes a women
But barely a man
To capture your soul if he can
Full of neat tricks
Like a rabbit from hat
The devils magician
To capture he can

If you see him pipe in hand
Sat on a rock with a hellish smile
Playing madly fingers on fire
His violin plays a deadly symphonic
The smoke is pouring out and its chronic
Devouring the fire from out of your body
He sits and waits with his hellish smile
For your soul to rise out of this fire
The devil writes on parchments of gas
Don’t be blinded he doesn’t take cash
Nor cheque’s or a euro not even pound coins
He just want your soul
The devil writes sonnets

And when it’s time to catch some more
The devil sits he knows the score
He always gets his souls to keep
He wins them always of mans greed
Do not temp your fate tonight
The devil waits to take a bite.

Written by © malc.johnson 2008

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mercsmoon poetry © malc.johnson 2008