From a Deserted Mad House

OH that my soul a marrow-bone might seize!
For the old egg of my desire is broken,
Spilled is the pearly white and spilled the yolk, and
As the mild melancholy contents grease
My path the shorn lamb baas like bumblebees.
Time's trashy purse is as a taken token
Or like a thrilling recitation, spoken
By mournful mouths filled full of mirth and cheese.

And yet, why should I clasp the earthful urn?
Or find the frittered fig that felt the fast?
Or choose to chase the cheese around the churn?
Or swallow any pill from out the past?
Ah, no Love, not while your hot kisses burn
Like a potato riding on the blast.

You Don't Love me anymore

You don't love me over here anymore 
because city lights don't glimmer on my marble floor. 

And every kiss that i gave you, you never went searching for. 
Waiting gently for you to tell me that you want more. 

Your soul still lies empty 
as you think about the past. 
And wishing you had the things, 
you know would never last. 
Why can't you move on and focus on what's ahead, 
you'd rather dread misery, dispair and loss of love instead. 

But i see on you a light, 
shining a ray of hope, 
right now its not much, 
but the tip of a saving rope. 
Soon you'll be pulled near and forget all of your fear, 
as the dawn breaks in you, the Spirit will soon draw near. 

And love will be your new home, 
where your heart can rest and sleep. 

you can bask in the light shown, 
where the living water runs deep.