Less is more

Less is more

A Poem by Count Humilus
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silence of me

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 Dark windows,

Full of looker outers

Mute mannequins

 

All it takes is a flash of light

All it takes is a double handed splash to rock the boat

All it takes is to put down the joint is her face

All it takes is laying eye to eye,

sharing a pillow, breath, searching the moments

 

Sheer drapes on fire

Everyone is outside

But they still are looking in

 

All it takes is a flash of light

All it takes is one spark to ignite this night

All it takes to gasp for breath at the last second is her voice

All it takes is laying soul to soul,

sharing a pillow, sight, feeling the present

 

A star burns bright

A cloud dulls light

Waiting for winter to be over,

I need light

 

All it takes is a leap in the dark

All it takes is is something sharp

All escape wants is your heartbeat

All it takes to take the pain is to self medicate

 

Escorts are my pallbearers

Old girlfriends cry in symphonic tune

Friends talk of past smiles

Dogs bark as my coffin passes by

I lay in an urn

To be buried until 5 years from now

Ashes scattered in the ocean in one of my favorite Italian towns

My friends will eat well

Stay at a penzione

Drink red wine and eat until it’s time

to let the wind and I drink what is left for us

We share the gift

The wind parts from the room looking for my open doors

I watch my friends as I drink slowly

Lovely to have loved so simply

To have been betrayed so easily

To have experienced my life in the way it has come to be

Power of thought is all it really takes

Rise with the smoke

Sleep with sizzle of burnt out candles

Goodnight darling time

 

© 2009 Count Humilus


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escort my pallbearers,old girl friends cry in sympathetic tune
friends talk of past smiles,dogs bark as coffin passes by
my friends will eat well,drink wine and eat until its time
lovely to have loved so simply,to have been betrayed so easily
to have experienced my life the way it came to be
power of thoughts is all it take,rise with smoke
goodnight darling time..
wonderful write,thoughts about life and death
could be sweet ,could be bitter,then you have to say goodbye
lovely write..

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Count Humilus
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A Poem by Count Humilus