"BIO TIMES (Bravery Is Ominous Traits Interrupting Malevolent Erratic Spirits)

I was going to enter a poetry contest and needed another long poem (well long for me) I was fighting a wicked case of Writer's Block when I heard my late finacee recite the first two lines to me (yes I know she's gone but it's true.) the stanzas with all the triple dots (...) are her speaking the other ones are me

“BIO TIMES”
(Bravery Is Ominous Traits Interrupting Malevolent Erratic Spirits

Fear not for I am here...right beside you...behind you...yes...I am all around you...reach out your arm....can you feel me take your hand? Pucker your lips...can you feel my kiss? Close your eyes...can you picture my face? I can see you smile ever so futile, for it but merely accentuates your clandestine tear. I can feel you quiver... shaken, frozen, listless, perpetually breathless...succumbing to the fear...honey I swear...I am right here...envision my voice; listen for it.... baby...cuff your ear....tell me can you hear? This is your chance...I know it’s been a damn tough year...but it’s time you stand up and fight...because I know you can rise out of this stupor...all you have to do is muster up the strength...babe...please...for me...just dig down deep awaken the beast...I know it’s inside you still...no...It has not ceased!

The words of a lover passed echoing upon every fibre of being, spoken through my ear, the breath still tickling thy cheek  and now as words begin to manifest upon this page I wonder just what they could mean. Fear I do not, strong I stand, lively I breathe, energetically I play.

Alone you are not for I am near...confident and patient you must remain...I know your soul was maimed...and your dreams were slayed...but in your heart I shall for all eternity remain...I am very near...yes...take a look around...I am the pen you grasp...I am the paper upon which you stare...I am the words you weave and the air you breathe...honey I swear...I am still your lovely angel dear...I can see your bewilderment...ever so transparent, for it is but merely inscribed with block letters upon face...yes...baby...it is I you hear...I can feel you growing stronger...no longer do you quiver...this is your chance...babe...please...for me...seize this opportunity...because I know you have it in you...you can win if you want to!

The words of a lover passed echoing upon every fibre of being, whispered through my ear, breath still tickling my cheek, a kiss wetting my lips still ever so strikingly sweet as words begin to manifest upon this page I wonder what it could all mean because fear I do not, strong I stand, and lively I breathe, energetically I play...

Fear not for I am here...right beside you...and behind you...yes...I am all around you...I am the pen you grasp... I am the page upon which you stare...I am the words you weave and the very life you breathe...I am here for you...and here with you...I am BIO TIMES

Bravery
Is
Ominous

Traits
Interrupting
Malevolent
Erratic
Spirits

March 3ed, 2012

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