Memories of bruises
Velvet fit for kings
In the petals of a pansey
Oily sheen of raven's wings
The inside of a geode
Tanzanite in rarest form
The color of a baby's face
Right after it is born
It is the color indgo
To red violet of wine
Tracing stormy sunsets or
Boganvilla vines
Plums and grapes
remind one
Of purple's strange appeal
The color of great bravery
A wound which finally heals
Whatever your mentality
This collage of purple hues
Is simply a mixture of

The colors red & blue


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(C) 5/2/2017

Blunt
Smart
Razor
Sharp
Is my tongue.
Stick yours right there
One day
Words
Might
Come!

fade to black-
when all is sore.
fade to black,
renew the core!

Hope Lives, because the Christ lives yesterday, today, and tomorrow.
I may at times go through bad things such as trials and have sufferings.
But since I have place my Trust in the True Living God and Hope.
I gain a stronger Hope in him to protect me and deliver me from death.
I have gain a renew Hope that is by far Greater than any steel made.
I have seen death so many times here on the earth , yet I still Live.
Because my Hope is by far Greater than any circumstance or situation.
That exist here on the earth, my God is by far Greater than any adversary.
For he Truly Care and Love me, he is my True Hope in this life and the next.

With eyes,
the very hue of water,
I'll never drown in
Skin,
the tint of earth
Hair, as soft
as a mermaids voice
That my kind,
will never
in a million millennia
lay pale flesh upon
Heaven,
embodied within a China doll,
behind carnival glass
Pure as heavens own tears
Sinful,
as the way the sea,
lusts for sandy shores
Lacking,
as eternity's knowledge is
to newly borne mortality

I weep red
for that
Never known.

He,
the boy China doll
with lake coloured eyes.