JOY has wings that soar above
in tender ceiling caressing
those offending feelings
:: 02-03-2014 ::
JOY has wings that soar above
in tender ceiling caressing
those offending feelings
:: 02-03-2014 ::
WHY is life that tender thing
so fragile such like a butterfly
easy to sway with a gentle breeze
or to crush with just a thought
Struggles required for survival
but surviving is life with pain?
What if I were a wolf in a pack
Now there is a life to live
But physically such I am not
emotionally more like a brook
soothing warm waters across my heart
or the bird that sings to skies
Surely I feel the daggers and pain
today I praise that Tender Thing
:: 02-03-2014 ::
THERE in my land
of uncertainty
where measurement
has no point in truth
and my heart is particle
or just a wave…
I rely upon your stare
to pleasantly collapse
my quantum wave
For it gives my birth
each new moment
within your physical realm
:: 02-03-2014 ::
I WALKED among the giants
whose shadows split the day in half
This — to me– happened
in a far away land
where rock speckles water
and blue tickles white beach sand
Friends they are even to this day
But the most I cherish who be my friend
are the little ones who live within the green
A plush forest without time or location
beyond this realm of fear and pain
:: 02-2-2014 ::
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