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devoid
of God's
waters
the cactus rose blooms.
it's beautiful offerings of
translucent colors
bring more than
admiration to
the hearts of
men who know their
tale. they water the

*cactus roses with
their tears
The strength and tenacity of
Cacti constantly amazes me.
They thrive in the most
Adverse conditions.
It seems God has abandoned
Them, yet they shout for JOY!
Their blossoms can be some
Of the most beautiful in the world!

Inspired by the poetry of
Weeping Willow
"where night is....a boy of
steel"

i've been missing
my heart
sweet boy,

as if the core
of me
was never
there,

blue icicles
like rain drops
that once burnt
like a dying star,

stolen from you
because no
sea could hold
it back,

because it
only wanted love
and some people
just can't take
something that genuine,

and this is what i've
said, so let me now say
that i have now got it back

and my love will never
be held from you again,
my heart burns

with a poem's fire
and for you my love,
grey shore that i reach,

song of the leaves melting
in light and shadow,

and i do melt for you,
the dream of you,
your presence

the chill of my
back bone, the
thrill of my mortal
heart,

love, the swift
bird hanging like
a hammock to
the sky,

love, the only
conceivable way

play with me,
boy of steel
where summer
cries at our
molten bones

centuries of sky
sip forgotten
landscapes,

play with me,
lover, and i'll
love you
the way you wish
to be loved.
There are pleasures
We don’t give full credit
Like *******.
Or the sheer taste of air
As it enlivens the lungs.
 May 2017 everlasting cherry
K G
The basin drains her polluted blood as wine envelopes morose
Every minute is a memory, onset of her blanketed comatose
Vying in a fog of icons and myths, words always fail them
From every misread evil that is disposed of improperly
From every neighbor or friend eternally mute again
From every gilded pattern that leaves a cuff for the eyes
From every fetching barroom, where all such nadir lies
KG
 May 2017 everlasting cherry
ryn
I'm several
steps back

I'm watching
from afar

I'm trying
to make sense

But I'm just grabbing
at raindrops
with open palms
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