On an unseasonably cool July morning in Chicago, equivalent to David Copperfield, Judge Burdon was born on a Friday. The Brontes, Keats, Burns and Dickens inspired his study of English Literature. He attended Universities in the United States, London and Paris directing his focus on Victorian novels and authors. His short stories and poems have been featured in; The Remnant Leaf, Stay Weird and Keep Writing, Independent Writer's Blog, Spillwords, The Beatnik Cowboy, Down in the Dirt Magazine, Eskimo Pie, The Stray Branch and Anti-Heroin Chic. He is presently engaged in finishing his book "Imitation of Myself." A non-fiction story encompassing his experiences as a drug runner for a Mexican Cartel. Judge celebrated his 65th birthday last July and lives modestly in Costa Rica. I Never Write Love Poems You say I never write love poems. It doesn't mean I don't feel that way. With all the love you've shown me darlin'. You are my reason to live every day. When we're lying holdin' each other We feel the moment We don't need the words. You say I never write love poems. I know you've given me reason to. It's not that I'm uninspired There's just no poem that comes close to you. When you kiss me it's such a feeling, Words can't express What you do to me. You say I never write love poems, Declaring my desire for you . You are my living poem A breathing Sonnet I'm just a sentence lost within a verse. My pen is idle while my heart beats in rhythm To the sound of your voice Like the melody of a song You say I never write love poems I plead you forgive my indigent hand Empty of words to create a love poem Filled with the emotion of a Cupid's scribe. After all the love we've shared together You can read the story Written in my smile Someday the words They may come easy. In the whisper of a gentle breeze. Until then I live with the sin Of the love poem my soul has kept hidden Your love poem The one, That was never written. Grilled Cheese Hold The Memory If I only knew what you were thinking I'd feel warmer against the cold Than with my coat Avoiding the words I've heard Crying out to be spoken Regretting the letters I never wrote. Sure has been quite a while since I've seen you last How the years they've passed us by The tears we've cried have long been dried Things have changed they also do We're both different now It doesn't matter anyhow Tell me how've you been Still smiling I guess permanently Hope that smile is for me I've been living out west in Tucson Ya know fun in the sun Just getting by but not by much No bad times although still don't have a dime to my name Chicago hasn't changed it still seems the same You say they had a lot snow in Wisconsin It gets oh so cold and the wind it blows so damn hard I'm still smoking and playing guitar But I'm not getting far So tell me did you find that special someone Who you'd make sure Would be nothing like me I know l made a mess of love Like dirt l swept it under the rug To be forgotten Thanks for the great grilled cheese Oh how we survived on these Every time I eat one it brings back fond memories Of you know back then Another cup of coffee then I've got to run That's such a good line especially at this time Don't say we'll keep in touch or how much you've missed me I just stopped by for your famous grilled cheese And a broken memory that can never be....... Invitation To A Funeral The night cold with it's sharp corners Cutting comfort through my skin With drunken footsteps of a soldier I'm a tourist at your door again My knock is full of empty A vacant echo its reply Consequence provides the answer Circumstance the reason why. Can't mend my bleeding ego. Pieces of me cupped in the hands of my mind Memories dripping through my fingers A painful pleasure suicide Your broken promise castaway upon the waters Now washed up on desolate shores. I've become the company That misery enjoys My imagination without wonder Muffled thunder in broken skies Love is an invitation to a funeral A memorial service where death is eulogized. Too Good For Me You want me to be a dancer But my rhythm is in my speech Always asking me for answers When the words are out of reach You say I've got no angel Watching over me She left to be a hooker Turning tricks out in the street. You think I should step careful And not talk so loud You say I'm hard to handle I lend no comfort in a crowd Look at you standing naked in the rain Ya you, praying for lovers that never came. You, you can't dream beyond your pain. You ,you're too good for me. I live without direction My compass is the breeze A mirror with no reflection My song has no melody. The bottle feeds my madness My denile cures my pain. My storm lends only thunder Never brings the healing rain You say I'm wild and restless I live life for the now My Genie granted a death wish. I'm more than the law will allow Look at you a toxic valentine. You, your dozen not worth a dime. You, your poetry always rhymes You, you're too good for me Time is such a skilled thief Steals what we never know is gone There's no future in a tea leaf Always sacrifice your pawn My handshake hides a clinched fist My smile disguises my disdane. My love breeds an infection With no cure for the disease and it's pain You, your candle burnt out long ago You, always doing what you're told You, your promise bought and sold. You, you're too good for me. Loneliness Loneliness
Tastes like a bad dream Feels equal to an unkept secret Sounds as though tomorrow will never arrive Looks like it's identical opposite Smells the same an unanswered prayer It leaves me senseless
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