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To Augustine

Mien of Augustine

Eyes so aquamarine

Fell hair turpentine

Visage serpentine


Wiseful Augustine

Heart indoctrined

Mind crystal clean

Old soul hid within


My fairest Augustine

You were my Sistine

My painter’s pristine

Glassblower’s gleam


An apex Augustine

A miasmatic welkin

Cynosure demeaned

Stark mise-en-scéne


Company’s Augustine

Illustrious at the seam

Stars in the higher levin

Yet sardonyx in chagrin


Dear sacrosanct Augustine

In darkest garden evergreen

Rose Eden’s shallowest skin

Vox nihili, you’re our original sin.

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She’s got a smile it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky…


Little child,

Your untainted innocence radiating is constantly so astounding

Your smoky quartz eyes staring wistfully at the painted ceiling

I often catch myself silently pondering, and breathlessly marvelling

At your blessed creation, almost surreal, such a miraculous happening

The universe itself delights gladly, pleased at your very conception

Shooting stars laugh and dance, sharing your birth to the nation

Galaxies veer wildly, clashing, dashing, lost in their excited elation

The daybreak hums, pulling a tapestry of fresh peach horizon

You lie resting peacefully, warmed in the wooden crib’s softest white

Blanket curled carefully yet intricately around your minute body

Tender skin unmarred, soft pink complexion, no scars, just light

An exquisite child made of stardust, love, and all Earth’s sheer beauty

Wispy raven hair falling to your smooth face in daintiest of curls

Tears falling like the clearest rain blown East by the loving zephyr

Toothless mouth and candy floss lips, in a slight smile unfurled

Your every breath taken in like a cherub’s whimsical faint whisper

Sleeping deep in the midnight, what fragile dreams do you bring?

Like a cotton ivory lamb frolicking joyously in the verdant valley spring

A slight twitch, a hint of movement, your mittened fingers in a hold

As you slumber on peacefully and cool oxygen embraces your soul

To the sweetest purest boy, to my sister’s bonny little child

I have been wounded, true, and the world is unruly, terrifying, and wild

This is a heartless, hateful planet, cruel, careless, to have harshly said

Scary monsters aren’t resigned to lurk in your closet and under your bed

They scream, they cry, they grab, they pull, they wail and they punch madly

Though you care not at all, you’re a mellow child, you’re cherished honey

Lovely child, you need not know more, for the darkness is not yet your enemy

But rather, it takes care of you and embraces you, a comforting entity

You’re sinless, your cotton clothes pristine, your childish innocence

Why, even Heaven sings at your sanguine, lighthearted benevolence

I wish you won’t grow up so soon, but even doves perched have to fly away

And I also await to see you age gradually and develop bit by bit, day by day

Whenever I catch a peep of your delicate form as it is, and your pensive brown eye blinked open

My hopes soar fast, the gloomy clouds drop, and I know in my heart that the world is not all tenebrous and broken.


Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And if I’d stare too long
I’d probably break down and cry…

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February Heart

February stars
Floating in the dark
Temporary scars
February stars…


Shoot me another spastic heart

And tales of February stars

They may keep our distance apart

But lead us closer still


Lend me a steady hand or two

In building, fixing our cosmos blue

Purple pebbles we throw at the sky

Clouds purify the charlatan lies


Take a leap or two at the year

And wooden leaves fall at our fear

Another hedonistic lore we’ll surely share

Connecting us better than physical cares.

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