Living

Living


On the edge, with a different point of view
The getting, by another, the same as you
What’s up is up, what’s down is down
How a smile is to a frown
It’s black and white
It’s day and night
When two connect
Each other must protect
High 5’s, the virtual kind
Sharing of similar mind
Jabs, coyly given in jest
Air hugs, when hearts are not at its best
Many friends in parts of the world
But one, makes lips sweetly curl
Distance strikes from time to time
Wonders, in reason or rhyme
Mine is not to drift and die
But to live and try
Being alone, does not sadness make?
Accept, to live it with choices made
Some say they get it
Only one, knows it
Whose stride glides in a similar gate
Side by side a virtual soul mate
The missing truly hurts
Hope, sublimely worse
Until united perchance again
To laugh aloud at life’s pain
Time apart can heal
Forge a bond of steel
When two hearts beat as one
Under the same moon and sun
Longing of a face, long not seen
But lit up, on a illuminated screen
How would it end if never met
The thought, painful blooms beget
Pondering over burning canabis
Best leave it as it is
To destiny, come what may is His
In Living, a soul too tired to do this


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Forever Yours, My Love

Forever Yours, My Love


I find myself in the dark
Think of a time
love struck my heart

Floated in slow,
like a butterfly dancing in the meadow

I swear,
when she said hello my knees buckled,
my smile sparkled

Straining to see her eyes
I flipped through the pages of her time
Its this kind of love that has me stuck in a world surrounded by wifi

Poetry collided, it melded into a duet like it was making love under a sunset

Words fused as one, flowing lines, creating verses, spinning the world on its axis

She wanted a kiss, I craved that bliss

If only the matrix were real, transporting me from the surreal, so I can feel

To know the touch I speak-of and whisper, forever yours, my-love


Ax

A Poets Mess

A Poets Mess

Words flowing in syllables,
creating visual beats
A comma produces a pause,
like taking a turn on the streets
Trying to make sense,
reading these words of a poets mess…

Moonlit sky on a peaceful night
The black of space is blue tonight
Gaze upon a single star
Searching for words from afar
How can a poet describe what he sees
If he doesn’t feel the moment appear
Clouds that barely move, covers the moon
Sweep across its back, a blank consumes
Wordless, a disease of the mind
When creation is hard to find
How can a poet describe what she sees
When her heart, only feels, the tease
Fighting the void by throwing in thoughts
Jumbled, mumbled, conjugates not
A phrase that would meld to tell
The death of a poet, he fell
How can a poet describe what it sees
When it can’t, see the forest, for the trees


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High As A Kite, Unconditionally

High As A Kite, Unconditionally


I once flew a kite
that was gifted to me
The first of nothing else
ever did I see
I know not how it came to be
but he gave that kite to me
A fathers gift or a barters deal
I do not see
Not for any other reason that it could be
That means nothing to me

I set that kite myself alone
Step by step I tried to see
The image
That my gift would fly
High as a kite
In me
I watched that kite dip and dive
I yelled, dad look and see
As if wings sprouted from my back
It carried me
I floated high to the sky
Surely he must see
A child wanting for nothing but love
High as a kite, Unconditionally


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A Heart That Bleeds

A Heart That Bleeds


the want is deep in a love where the heart bleeds…

there is no puncture no physical wound
to release the ache
that grows inside
a heart that bleeds

it boils slow, bathed in tears
it flows over pouting lips
taste the bitterness
a heart that bleeds

the tongue licks
saltiness, sorrows bliss
from days that pass to tomorrow
a heart that bleeds

floods inward
without escape
left to decay
a heart that bleeds

broken and shattered
left alone battered
when love hurts
a heart that bleeds


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