Shattered like the waves;
Impacted by stigma;
Correlated like the gradients
Of colors, like mist
That's white, translucent, transparent,
Invisible -- degraded
As your heart is excruciated
By the light, by the sound, by the source
Of these images,
Notions of life.
Like fires that burn, that are born,
And resound
Are resolved,
We evolve.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Monday, October 17, 2011
gravitation
Sometimes we gravitate toward souls
Is it a wonder then that ghosts in tuxedos wander the blocks
So domineering in their intent
Their interest to the other
Their purpose not to frighten but brighten like angels do
Webs of gold
Their secrets told
In the interest of doves
What was becomes
A lover
Then sought
Now seeks to find another
Crisis to emerge
The surge of every word
The liquid
Fraught and told.
Is it a wonder then that ghosts in tuxedos wander the blocks
So domineering in their intent
Their interest to the other
Their purpose not to frighten but brighten like angels do
Webs of gold
Their secrets told
In the interest of doves
What was becomes
A lover
Then sought
Now seeks to find another
Crisis to emerge
The surge of every word
The liquid
Fraught and told.
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