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Verses of Love and Mercy

Even if I knew what was best for your tiny beating heart,
I'd still hide it away in a fragile jeweled box,
To keep concealed, so that one day
I could reveal the world's secrets to you.

Even if you controlled the wills of distant bitter men,
I'd still wait for you to toss it in a stream,
To keep sunken, so that one day
You could tell me that you thought me better.

Even if I was aware of the complexities of your flesh,
You'd still unearth your last unpopular freckle,
To keep me here, so that one day
You could announce "I never had to let you win."

Even if I were to chance upon the lost continent in your auburn eye,
I'd still admire the ocean of your opposing masterpiece,
To keep from eroding, so that one day
I could look to you and see a book of love and mercy.

I dig it; good imagery.

Thankyou! I wrote it JUST after reading some Leonard Cohen.

evanw60 wrote:Thankyou! I wrote it JUST after reading some Leonard Cohen.

Oh DEFINATELY . I own The Spice Box of Earth, and am desperately looking for his other collections. I've also read his two novels.

Check this Cohen pooem out.

There Are Some Men

There are some men
who should have mountains
to bear their names to time.

Grave-markers are not high enough
or green,
and sons go far away
to lose the fist
their father's hand will always seem.

I had a friend:
he lived and died in mighty silence
and with dignity,
left no book, son, or lover to mourn.

Nor is this a mourning-song
but only a naming of this mountain
on which I walk,
fragrant, dark, and softly white
under the pale of mist.
I name this mountain after him.



That rocks.

ohh lenny. you went to my school! i lurves you.