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my cup overflows Jul 2015
Oh dear mother...
Your expectations
Are too much
I'm sorry ...
I'm not enough ...

Hands cold
Please hold
My mouth dry
Don't cry
I'd rather die

Oh world ...
Your punishment
To heavy
For me to bear

How
Do
Intricate
Fabrics
Intertwine ...
my cup overflows Jun 2015
i left my mothers arm
and i left my fathers home ....
and i fell into the well
of sorrow ...

I'd give you my heart but
its made of stone
oh I'd give you my
but my heart is made of
stone
say it !!! .... having a rough day ?... spill the beans ....
my cup overflows Jun 2015
spaces in words seems
clear like reciting
lost meaning in dreams

desire for long awaited
focus on the task ahead
floats obscure objects protracted
hated in hatred hate

seeming real like breath  
with eyes that glow
faces that creep beneath the
desks below

catch words ...scratching sentences
ideas and reasons
with books always pleading
stop ...wait...resonate true meaning
call it what you want
my cup overflows Jun 2015
the body of water that lay still and silent
.
the atmosphere around so coherent to sound
Like the flower of ideas
Threatens to bloom

then struck light so loud and bold they embrace
and unfolds to incredible wondrous works
Entrance
life began living ....taking new breath

then past ,present and future
And infinity made
.
#standstill
this is just a little free style of how i thought the earth was created ....
God spoke things into existence and sustains it continuously .....
my cup overflows Jun 2015
5 minuet breaks seems like a plan  
let my busy mind be put to sleep
in 5 minuet land
Supend my memory
IN daylight dreams
I love putting magic
In tiny glass things
free style

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