“ Memory Be Damned ” ~ to now but hollow find ~


Fate inflicts grief

As it vanishes memory,

Like a practiced thief

Would rape ones mind,

And so quite wretchedly

Held memory be damned

To now but hollow find,

And ne’er recall again

For wouldst chose hide,

What years made gather

All matter lived inside,

Hence leave me wonder

Where now my words do bide!

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“ The Telling ” ~ or shades thereof ~

The day we find

The telling free

Who we so be,

Might it be worth

More than a tout

Meant so to judge

What we’re about,

Or shades thereof

Thus by the telling

Of me to you,

And you to me…

 

If I should tell

And you as well

Quite candidly,

Would we so be

Reduced to suffer

Who once were we,

Thus friends in spite

In candid light

We chose so to decipher,

Be likely cause to shudder!