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19.11.2010

Riddle me this

Riddle me that

Who are you to claim my heart?

Clasp your hand around it 

Hold it tightly; squeeze it mercilessly 

Then tear it apart?

Riddle this:

When the heart loses its beat and 

the blood drains thin -

29.01.2011

and its red colour fades;

does the heart remain?

or have veins gone cold and

the heart - hard as stone?

Punishment, this is punishment...

Something went wrong a long time ago

there's no prognosis; no diagnosis

Shock the system...

Inject this heart and let the fluid run -

its value, of no consequence...

So riddle me this line 

Why mess with my mind?

07.04.2011

My mind that has seen visions of you

Dreamed dreams, dreamt dreams, still dreams

of...

You are my afflatus, maybe a muse, maybe a spark of illumination

Maybe you're just.... and the word hasn't formed yet.

So riddle me this:

Does love evade the heart's beat?

or have eyes finally lied and betrayed the soul?

Do smiles reek with envy or do latent lips still arouse the nescient?

Though, quip words laced with honey

jeer relentlessly, while tongues flick intrusively 

daring to penetrate and quell the turmoil within

... mum 

mum...

...mum

You fiddle and twiddle and play these riddles 

to coerce, repress and puzzle the mind's thoughts, 

the heart's emotions and the mouth's verbal expression - 

Expressions of incessant love

Dream dreams -- dreamt dreams -- still dreams

but the joker dances... 

A dance to lure

A dance to intrigue

A dance to indulge

A dance to titillate...

Yet dreams escape in the midst of perplexity...

A mind's salvation from the reality of sin's indulgance...

but the joker will dance and prance on the heart...

Still dream dreams...

Still believes...

Written by: Rachael N. Collymore

© 2011