The Poetry of a Broken Man by Inky-la-reve, literature
Literature
The Poetry of a Broken Man
When other loves have died and are long gone
To heaven, the eye in the hurricane spent
In dim ballrooms dance to clarinet
thin ghosts, old friends, names set
on white tombs, polished stone
When my solitude is pressing, roars
in woven black, with velvet claws
I wrap the clotted darkness 'round
gilt body, falling crockery the sound
of my cruel tongue
Butchery I am, sedated by your lips,
seeking my heart, it's string grips
a devastated soul or is that too cut
out and flung aside, gathering in glut
with conscience, useless
Anger I am, passion forged from ice
splinters, boy of glassy vice
jealousy and obsession held out
to you by
On your birthday, special one, I wish that all your dreams come true. May your day be filled with joy, Wonderful gifts and goodies, too. On your day I wish for you, favorite people to embrace, Loving smiles and caring looks, That earthly gifts cannot replace. I wish you fine and simple pleasures I wish you many years of laughter I wish you all of life's best treasures I wish you happily ever after!