Marlowe

For the sweet -yet sharp- lick of freedom

I ask of you to sing to me your balladry

That showcases your overreaching bravery

For the Pelargoniums that cleanse their nation

Fighting the malignant and maiming the past

I ask of you to slacken and capitulate at last

May your reward be of slumber and recreation

For the winds that are in nature dyadic

Swirling and twirling as if softly waltzing

I ask that your lives you'll be exalting

From one prickle to another,

We may not share a mother.

From one blade to the other,

I know why you're my brother.

Ô thorn near the surface ochre,

Accept we cannot be mediocre.

As one's Nature surfaces again,

When it's our existence's bane.

Volatile and erratic, are we not?

Yet we accept each other's rot.

It is now Nurture to blame,

For our communal licking of maims,

You see thorns don't love,

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Ô, my free Icarus, insolent Icarus,

Don't stray from yet don't long for divinity

Those wings were dedicated to seek liberty

Ô, Wistless Icarus, August Icarus,

Don't ellude for the bright those you need

Those wings shan't sway from your fleet

Ô, fearful Icarus, rueful Icarus,

Come back to us —the living— nevermore

Those wings killed the child I adore

Sow your weeds

Under our roof

Are they still seeds?

When will they bloom?

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Miss my friction

As if it won't be my doom

Cry about my inhebition

As if I never bled in my room

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You adore your snow

Say it held your root

Then find me your foe

Yet say I'm your moon

Stom

THE LITTLE BOY I WAS NOT

Hey child , don't you see?

You've always been my destiny

Well then why do I seek

Such an empty husky memory ?

Hey boy, don't you care?

I've been here all night

Ears bigger than a hare's

Such is needed near a fight

Hey kid, don't you think?

It has been weeks and weeks

All my life went out in a blink

Must be my brain's recollection leaks