The beat goes on


Blistering threads of comprehension
pull at withering all days
silent agreement with what will be
to a carefree flickering of fingers.

No blame to him who stands to loose
nothing but grief and sorrow.

Night might not find another lover
silently folding all intentions
into expected inevitabilities,
nor survive this observation.

Fidelity flies with the best.

No more shall the unintentional
fill the gap of feeble failure.

The beat goes on.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2006-04-09 at 23:59

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Zoya Zaidi
"No blame to him who stands to loose
nothing but grief and sorrow."

As always perfect!
Do you ever write anything less than perfect, sweet Ben?

(((((Hugs from you eternal fan))))

Love, xxx, Zoya
2006-04-10


Inked.
Beautiful.
2006-04-10