Distant far away dreams,
sand strewn across the floor,
dusting the tiles forever more.
Make shift objects,
toys of joy and justification,
flawless murder or recent incarnation.
Alliances welded together,
bonded from hips to tips,
gentle kisses splattered aimlessly on lips.
Serendipity and fate,
paths crossed and set in motion,
confused speeches blurted in commotion.
Purity and innocence,
further more will or way,
take flight or already flown away.
Secrets of a heart,
deep in a bottomless hole,
partial mind, filtered soul.
Break away, cash it in,
let it rain and pour,
sitting in the sand mass mess,
strewn across the floor.
Good night, good luck,
an endless night to meet,
broken down and catered to the beat.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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weird I dont even member writting this :S
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fascinating. has several rythyms possible. only the last line seems awkward. see stephen king in on writing, about his wifes poem "a gradual canticle for augustine"
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