I fantasise of you wearing exotic clothing from the poesy you’re portraying. I probe the prose I know just what you’re saying. Cedillas on letters, smooth curves of your words I want to bite the lid of this pen making love to your poetry, with my penetrating words.
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He is love
Suffered in His love for our sin. Overwhelmed in my acknowledgement, I embrace my gift and win. A relationship for offer, personal and true. Re-established by the spirit, when inside He flew. Son of man at the core. Anoint in the rainfall of life. A sacrifice so pure. Grace so kind. love. Heart soul andContinue reading “He is love”
Three wishes
I wish to create like William Blake. I wish to put all my trust in fate. I wish to believe the glowing light, which once in a while I see, should be an angel from the creator, to fiercely watch over me.
In your arms
I’m in your arms but i’m thinking of her. Whatever this was has left my heart and I don’t even care. You kiss me, tell me you need me but it’s not your skin I crave. We lie here naked, but in her memory I bathe.
Ill fated energy
In the aroma of a lilac scented garden a manic majestic wonder explodes. In the choirs chorus I leap over sanities threshold. Dancing with spirits, they permit to this safety of euphoria. Though an ill fated energy conflicted in dysphoria. Toxic venom of pain, coursing to the brain. The demon’s curse glossed over by anContinue reading “Ill fated energy”
The word love
You said the word love. the way it was now never to return. My heart parried, will my frailty let it all burn. Can the two commit? I scream my heart into the heavens. The Lord knows I’m a hypocrite. I would surely cry, if we waved goodbye. At least the thought of you andContinue reading “The word love”
Little kicks inside her
As we watch the birch logs burn, little kicks inside her, excitement strikes! Imagine I hadn’t have been there, no looks from the bandstand, smiles in the park. Fire light and little kicks, emblems of hope in the dark. Aspirations rise with the smoke, the heir to my words until his eminence bespoke.
I’m Free
My reality, I submit onto the spirit as feelings form into tears with each tear I taste I realize again faith is sufficient. It’s difficult to accept matters of this world flesh will more than condemn hope slides seeming all to to be lost. His blood again has cleansed me spirit lead me where IContinue reading “I’m Free”
Shadows
The music stops, and I feel the cold. Love hacked and extracted. Can the soul save itself? As they fight for my last breath? Pulling me back to the shadow world, where dead hearts can’t bleed. Moons don’t reflect from seas, and on the vulnerable, the shadows feed.
Upon your art
Lift me high with those loving hands, that chiselled my passionate heart. Lift me high above all creation, and let me gaze, upon your art.
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