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Heading upย ย into
the unspoken--ย ย a
spirit,ย ย as of yet
unbroken;

ย ย  she needs to be there.

Undefined; undisclosed
with no-thingย ย presupposed

I bring myย ย I
(she says)

fly,ย ย said her
ย ย I...
and intoย ย the
ย ย  sky
she did fly--

fully-clothed
yet, sacred-robed
she was going somewhere
as of yet
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย  un-probed.

Is there any way toย ย dress
for a placeย ย like that?
And when you get there
would it matterย ย anyways?

Back down to the ground;
white tank top and *******-on--

ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย perfect.

God­-ordainedย  ย but
no one 'splained

the effectย ย this smokin-view
would have on me--

ย ย heh,
And she broughtย ย that
ย ย Love-scent
back down with her
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย fromย ย theย  ย N e x t p l a c e


ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย .. and Im as high
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย  ย ย ย as a man can be.


deep within prophesaical-psychosis,
her body/spirit is of the most gorgeous  of conduits

https://youtu.be/eQNma7xjMGE

07/2016
One heart,
born in whole,
Free from all captivity.
Not a slave,
nor care,
Beating for one,
Myself.

Two hearts,
one of the other,
made to feed and grow.
Beating for me,
Mother.

Torn hearts, inseparable, separated.
Lost to the world,
by choice of deception.
The curse begins.

The seeking heart,
Beats for another.
One piece lost,
Destined to recover.
Absent of nurture,
Wicked, wicked,
Stepmother.
Repelled, repulsed, shamed.
Uprooted,
over and over again,
Homesick.

Adulthood,
weirdness and awkward.
With a childs desperate heart.
Hopelessly hopeful,
Helplessly lost.

Found love,
Beautiful love,
lasting love.
My lover,
Deception, infidelity,
Another piece lost.

The cycle continues.
The seeking heart,
Desperate to replace,
What was lost long ago.
Ten times over.

Realization, awakening, awareness.
This piece left,
Peace of heart,
Beats for one,
It's my own.
No longer captive,
Nor a seeking slave.
This last piece,
Freed for me.
My first, non-rhyming poem. Enjoy, my love summed up! Please feel free to critique or compliment!
Flower on water
Please give me strength to cope
With things I have said
i keep losing things.
i keep finding out
things are gone.
i'm a perfect hole
in a pocket.
whatever that means
and double it.
I guess they love you
Because all the poems Iโ€™ve written are
About you

I guess they love you
Because every single love song I hear
Describesย ย you

I guess they love you
Because In every passing face
I see you

I guess they love you
And Iโ€™m not quite sure if all the writers and poets fell in love before
With you
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