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My rattie Pepper. The poem is NOT about her 😉

goodbye to long loved lover…

of mind

of body

of soul comfort

a simple adieu will never do

i had to learn of your blues

before i could come to our parting

with my new lack luster ontology

i will reflect

on my past respect

for you

and what you meant to me

we danced on the threads of being

auriferous sight,

through the succulent sight

of your superior seeing

last night i dreamed of monsters

but while i was awake

my mind was subservient

to your subsequent safety;

many daydreams did you bring me

in baskets of gold weaving

but now, my mind troubles

at the thought of retrieving you

and your sorely, of late,

soft company…

which has become sharp

and obtrusive

these days, since the

course of my ways

has drifted

away from you,

my former confidant

i have betrayed you

in some sense,

since i have outgrown you,

i now must disown you,

no longer a jewel

but a weight

no longer the earthy giver

of the delighted light of life,

my freedom of a wife,

full of discourse

and ideas

i will send word of your purpose

through my travels,

the undertakings of my soul

seen hereafter without you

i will miss you sorely,

though i may tolerate you

no more

by (Magus) (Kevin Trent Boswell)

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Fertile Green….

Fertile Green May Not Be Overcome

You shall never diminish,

If no more so than in my mind

You have succeeded thus far, fair lady

In clearing the dust from my table

To replace that foul antiquity

With fresh linens and the lovely flowers of

Your feminine presence

Perhaps now, may I prove myself worthy

To sit here and dine, beneath the light

Of your intoxicating grace

Fertile green may not be overcome

No lasting path shall be cut

Through the forest of your youth

The increasing resilience of your spirit

Will cause you to flourish and grow wild,

Beyond the dreams of men and dogs

Never pausing to contemplate

The futile mutterings

Of half-hearted fools

Fertile green may not be overcome

By Kevin Trent Boswell, ©️ 2018

Kevin Trent Boswell