1235AM and 137AM

Here you will find.. two delicate little numbers. 

Mind your step, watch your head; poetry is exhausting, you don't want to close your eyes.

1235AM

It’s this feeling of frustration

the ropes that ever tighten

never loosening their grip

like love on a lonely heart

strung up

hung up

mid air, as if 

on show

no medallion to be won though

just [self] esteem to be lost

put on a soap box

with false information

taken by surprise

you were

a fool

fooled to extreme

by the extreme

cut the rope for me

or leave me hang

for death

and love

are one and the same

at 1235AM

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7th Feb. 2009, 137AM

Invisible Flaws

I’m not sure whether you heard them,
But the sirens came for me,
No time to stop for traffic lights,
They soared through hastily,

They arrived at the scene soon enough,
to find my body detailed,
No common cause, or visible flaws,
Just a corpse laying, frail.

Examining closely, the tears became apparent,
I was lying still, but weeping,
Dead, but dying of fatal emotion,
No time for calling 911, Reaper was sweeping.

Wide, gliding strokes, that never missed a whole heart,
Now torn apart, rip or cut in many,
Lost count of pieces, unimportant,
Like the out of date penny,

The eyes, 'windows to the soul',
Now lay extinct witness only to what had been,
The last few strands now fading as the tears dry,
As dew from the grass so green.

If ever you knew of a love so pure,
You’d find it there encapsulated within,
No words to do justice, or begin an outline,
Just prices to be paid, of sin.

No degree or certificate could discover,
Any text book answer to solve this riddle,
No wise guy white coat, or Sherlock Holmes would fix this apparent dilemma,
The only one, I believe you know him, who could solve such honest equation,
Is the one in the mirror, the one you admire, who speaks and walks and talks like you.

Eloquent and fragile, but rough as guts,
You’re sure to cause a stir,
T'was to you I fell in love with Sir, and t'was to you I fell in death with Sir.

So next day you take a risk my dear, be sure to stop and question,
For karma isn't on your side, nor Mother Nature or Guardian,
You see, I’m a part of everything now, my energy fills the world,
And now the world knows of your deeds, you’ll feel my love, it hurts.

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Over and out.

Thomas A. Bradley.