the punchline

if beauty was a
joke,..

her eyes would be
the
punchline;..

the preferred
smoke.

(or favorite
line.)

a

cold winds blowing
in
the dead of night,

nursing a shattered
Heart!

(a victim of lifes
parasites.)

+

i was with her long
ago;

but..

she was never quite
with me.

so alone she was in
hopeless sorrow..

and
 lost within her
memories.

looking for new dreams
to borrow!!

(  from those formerly
deceased.)

+

your turn bro.
it doesn't have to
rhyme. just go with
it man. you're a beast
when it comes to that

begging the crows

begging the crows.
+++++++++++++

lowly down 

the
spheres we 

tread,

where 

crows imitate
pretty 

birds
who mock,

all things
living,
and
Halfway dead!!!

(especially
the clock.)

ive met myself
1,000 times.

you've met
yourself countless
more.

more than 

any
words or rhymes

could 

hope to in
those 

lives explore!!

+

you picked 

me
thorns 

and i smiled 

for
you.

but..

we  knew that 

both 

were lies.

&
Our moment was
a
Turn Of The Screw!

which sealed the
door.

(to paradise.)

+

vagabonds we are
now,

(or
merchants 

of 

another
fool's sin.)

with dead eyes
and
bloody brows

which
beg the crows...!!!

(to let us in.)

j.stephen.h.