Dead Beats
By amlee
Sun, 26 Apr 2015
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The earth shakes
each time I'd awakened
to sweep sleep from your eyes
with a long distance kiss hello
but instead of blissed sweet nothing
you reply with a virtual slap
clap a resounding rebutt
to make ears ring and eyes sting
from the rise of sudden hot tears
I fear the worse at your moments
of insanity, your lack of humanity
dread the deep rumble within
and my subsequent tumble from
a state of grace to losing all face
And I count the dead beats in my heart.
The sun beams
as palms entwined it seemed
a gifted day, heaven sent
when we spent an eternity ambling
each gambling away our inadequacies
to sleepwalk dazed by reborn Spring
splashed in wild unrestraint, unfazed
by anything the future might bring.
Then a twig would crack underfoot
and a smack of your venom shoots
unbidden, square on my solar plexis
till I dare not breathe, bend over double
from this sudden trouble on our
blurry horizons, winded by hurrying grief.
And I count the dead beats in my heart.
How do I smile
walk the miles of shifting sands
accept the bland with the impassioned
fashion a life embracing the shock
of love, and erasing the aftershock
of your abandon. How do I find
in dishevelled corners of your mind
my spirit level. Or am I forever shackled
to tackle rolling waves, put on a brave
new world face each day, keep silent
in our hellbent ride of highs and lows
merely sigh, slow my impulses, unstoke
my fires to stroke away your furrowed brow
resolve to stand, still, in the here and now.
And to count the dead beats in my heart.
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