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michael-montoya
michael-montoya
I dreamed I was a galaxy.. surrounded by reddish light no longer was I afraid.. to face the darkest night for I could see.... the distant galaxies.. all spinning all around.. all singing quite musically.. yet none had made a sound.. They glittered bright like shiny steel beads of coldest night...what a sight.. I was galaxy of millions.. but not .. the brightest star... No.... just an ordinary one... of billions and they stretch like.... here and.............so far So be your own universe.. shine as bright as you can be.. glitter like the brightest Sun or the tiniest star you see Because ..everything that has a purpose a meaning and a plan... it often sits... squarely there in the palm of your hand
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Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 12:00 AM UTC
I was a Galaxy..
If I could hold you tonight .. so tight .. whisper into the ears I love so much. with soft touch.. kiss the lips ..I long to see.. why me.. would it be Art.. if we never part.. Can you feel the colors of my soul.. the blue and grey ..the streaks of red.. that fill my head.. my heart.. a start.. an end ..of where we begin... and then .. if I could hold you tonight .. would it be the last.. just like the past.. a mold of expression... which was never cast .. forgotten .. as times has passed.. If I could hold you now..
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Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 2:36 PM UTC
A mold of Expression..
There we are ... so close but yet... so far.. each in our own space.. together as the human race Our hearts .. pulse with passion our souls... long for meaning all the while gleaning... the moon.. represents the cycles as together... independently we shine.. brilliant... across the vast ocean yet.. still separated by circumstance
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Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 12:43 PM UTC
Alone with Circumstance....
Morning's light awakens.... my sleeping eyes.. while still in my mind.. are your milky thighs...wrapped around my body tight.. so right For oh the night... that passed to soon filled with sounds.. of your lustful swoon could only be described as sweet.. what treats.. could be found in chocolate dreams.. making love with all it's might ... as I awake still remembering scenes from last night
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Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 12:26 PM UTC
To wake from lustful night
What doth the wind whisper when it caresses.... your neck blows softest kisses in your ear traces the sweetest curve of a female back... Nirvana is the swerve... is absurd...such nerve that I would dare to touch... what we need so much .. enhanced time stands still.. waiting for the thrill.. ..of shortened breath
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Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 1:36 AM UTC
The sweetest curve
What kindred nights ...........I spent on poetry sites while watching words....parading past.. it seems to never....... never last For the perfect prose .. often comes................................... and goes with mornings light left in fright .....in my dreams last night And one day soon .. maybe...... under fullest moon the words will come.... and I will be done
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Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 1:25 AM UTC
The words ..i play with..
What faces peered ...through window's pain while cloudy skies above .. did reign Yet..shining bright.. under circle moonlight fled too many ..what was the count hidden fast from earthly mount..silent wait.... as eons passed... waiting for some college lass to experience... splendor in the grass
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Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 1:08 AM UTC
Splendor in the grass
I stole your poem ..yes it's true I didn't do it... to make you blue.. I didn't need your... broken words although that may be...what you heard The scattered thoughts.... you left undone...I tried to make them become one.........and all but they were so tattered..so torn asunder was it worth the grief I began to wonder After all the wishy wash from certain mish mash I finally threw it........... all in the trash
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Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 12:12 AM UTC
I stole your poem..