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Is it not us, that we plant living flowers In the ground blanketing the passed? Sorry, the taste of drinking apologies Is bitter and watered down. We broke a tooth or two today, Then self-consciously pursed our lips. We untied the boat from the dock tonight, To just wade into the seas and dro... - Poetry > Free VerseFear beauty's strain to call. Blood loss is faithful to people like us. Warnings speak to imperfect places, Put in the greenest grass sides. Hanging red clouds, like scars, On the brightest blue face. Lit like flame's best friend, On walls of wealthy questions. In black, our lies b...
- Poetry > Free VerseThere is beauty in simplicity And wonder in complexity. Intertwined in your soft whisper, And laced in your skin. You are questioning everything But doubting nothing. Like globes, your eyes, they glint hope. I couldn’t look into it. I wanted too though, I wanted too. But I see you sta...
- Poetry > Free VerseAs crystal dew parts from the top of the mountain's peak. It floats toward the heavens that the eyes will never see. I wonder. I wonder what is there. Beyond the blue, and the clouds that rest gently where its at, only to move when the damp wind wills it. I wonder. I wonder what is...
- Poetry > Free VerseWelcome to what we call "knowing", where we have so much missing. We refer to all this as "power", yet the crows & buzzards fly low. We look up in that direction, but all we focus on are the birds. We can't, no we won't, see past the blackest feathers. Welcome...
- Poetry > Song LyricsWith falling dreams come fumbling words. All I know flickers, then dims. I stumble over fallen monuments, Of what I once believed. Consolation flees, solace vanishes. Intrusion of dark eyes, Waiting for what I might become. Give me some peace, give me some rest. Pressure's becoming...
- Poetry > Song LyricsSelective countenance, Makes for simple abrasions. Apathetic attitudes, Conquering the weak-minded. How long will you trod, On burning sand? Your feet will melt away, And abandonment takes over; You are left in your own creation. How long? How long? Will you ignore the pleas? Of a one s...
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