Treasure Island

Gerry Legister

(21/01/66 / Silver Spring, Westmorland, Jamaica)

Deep Passion


Hidden passions lay deep
And men fall at their dainty feet,
With desire the slumber and sleep,
Slipping like ice upon streets of sleet.

Sweeping moods of cold and heat
Convert hearts take unbalance chances
A daring pursuit beneath our feet
Dark shadows move in silent dances.

A woman scorn can be disguised
To protect where treasure lies
The motives hidden in hearts and mind,
Comforts found in other arms.

This torment could invade briefly
In moments or a lifetime of hell,
Only those who suffer in agony,
Large stories of misery they can tell.

When darkness falls rooms are as ice
Life for both souls is twice despise
Locked in the secret torment of silence
Only the tincture of ambition will arise.

Submitted: Wednesday, January 01, 2014

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