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 Mar 2015 Rock n Roll Poet
Chris
What was once twenty four ours
is just another day
 Mar 2015 Rock n Roll Poet
Chris
You’ve taken my atmosphere,
relieved it of its height,
sifted through the clouded thoughts,
streaks of white on a blue canvas
rippled to the caring eye
Pleading understanding
in a pinkish hue
blended into the scenery
painted by a brush stroke of genius
while catching me as I fall back to earth
softly in your arms
where I once again can breathe
with you
 Mar 2015 Rock n Roll Poet
M
Art
 Mar 2015 Rock n Roll Poet
M
Art
"A masterpiece is still a masterpiece when the lights are off and the room is empty."
Was it Vanilla or Lily?
May have been musk really.
Heart notes of Coconut or Sweet pea.
It sure did bring back her memory.

Oh! Her laughter and wrinkled nose,
My delicate desert rose.
She bloomed in my frigid heart,
Only to hurt and tear apart.
I want to be Hemingway at the bar
and Shakespeare in the bedroom.
I want to be Dante in the classroom
but Hunter S. Thompson on the weekends.
I want to be Tolkien in the library
and Fitzgerald in the night clubs.
I want to be Poe in the gutters
but Kafka in the alley ways.
I want to be Carroll in the closet  
and Twain on the street corner.

I want you to see... us.

There.

In the background watching with a pen,
and thoughts born of words
aching to breathe.
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