Scott Clark, 12 june 2012
Of wanton passion
to have but not possess
to hold but not caress
to tell but not confess.
Like gifts not gotten
or hopes forgotten
or even like the love you've got in.
It was there but lost then.
of wanton
passion!!
Scott Clark, 19 december 2011
What time the mind enters the garret
The dreamer will never know.
When darkness turns light,
the story breaks night.
We have entered that world for a show.
No one there dies
with alluring, it lies,
Throws us to death with a view.
We find no escape
as we plunge through the gape,
behold things never seen but knew.
People,
the faces
Names,
the places.
Fears,
trembling our souls.
With relief our eyes open
Oh, where have we been
as we return from the blackest of holes.
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