All in our heads
It is
Every ounce
Beauty
Destruction
The key to our souls and back
If we wish
If we dare
If we don’t
Let those hands hold us there
Tag Archives: Poetry
In Love
It isn’t
It can’t be
It is though
And will be
A lifetime
Of melting
Of twisting
And cracking
I want out
I want in
The all-heart
And tough chin
No side-step
No fast-track
I’m left here
And staying
Vanilla World
Who hasn’t wished it would feel
Free
That some vanilla world be
Home
None complex hue to ask eyes
Delve
All-white would not be of my
Ilk
These lungs forever color
Drenched
quiet thrills
May each swipe
Each blink
Each step
Each breath
Each observant stare
Be your work of art
Percival
If perfect had a conscience
If brilliance became kind
There would be no turmoil
There would be sound mind
When you bid what haunts you
When you draw it near
You will save the starlight
You will cause the clear
Rain dance
The whole world
Spins somewhere
But here
Its soft hum
Is nothing
Like this
Such curved heights
It knows not
Of how
Let my rain
Rinse clean now
War paint
Revealed
Face the cold for me
Take the risk for me
More than promise you will find
I will warm you to the bone
And reward you with a home
of your youth
What colors
What flowers
What oaths
What wings in hearts and on eagles
What souls
What yeas
What nays
What presence of light and of shadow
The Farm
I’ll settle it seems
For any reverberation
That I’d believe again
In my still hoping hand
Knowing the years must grant
The gentle kindness and fun
I’d once claimed as my faith
twain
As
beautiful
crazy
does
evermore
feel,
guess
how
I
just
know
love
means
nicely
opening
people’s
quirks
reading
someone’s
thoughts
under
very
wild
Xanadu
“You”
zen?
Guess.
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