It is my theory that we are all connected. From the thread around your finger to the ribbon on her wrist and the rope tightened on my neck. Every action has a consequence, because when you pull on the string; *something unravels.
Anything is poetry if you just hit "enter" a bunch of times. Sentences and paragraphs become lines and stanzas. And when you're done, look at your masterpiece. It's a "Free Verse Poem".
The pines whisper in the wake of your fury Shaking from the earth in chords C o s m i c Winds whip at my royal fur Grinding my night skin with frost and rime I swear to you my sold soul is no place to sleep. Love isn't accepted by these fangs of misguidedpride It's in my burning hours you'll see my core made of silver And my eyes bursting with gold Shoot me dead, but I refuse to back down Light me anew purpose And I'll still fall back on my instincts Dragons have run their claws in my side But I care not. I'll bleed a conceded trail My paw prints left in the deep of space to the cedar forests I run on for someone I swore an oath to protect My poet is my blood in my veins She is the words in my voice She is my beating heart, *.::.The only thing that keeps me going.::.
A fixation of light A point in the sky, frozen at will. Steel clashing, gold splinterimg. Dust off some humility. Time has bent what cannot snap, And trust me I've had my fair share of traitors. Injecting betrayal. Rusted love on Platinum shoulders. The world is leaning because my right shoulder can't hold it up. I will seize the planets and tuck them along my sleeve. The waxing dawn, And waning dusk. I'm not worth my weight in silver. I'm collecting my friends 'neath the willow tree. Will it be the only one weeping when I'm gone?