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 May 2017 Patrick
B H H Burns
It's strange,
Sublime and
Surprising
But
Since becoming me,
All the things I truly believed
I
Wasn't allowed to do
Wasn't allowed to feel
Wasn't allowed to be,
Are now the things
I
Proudly put on view
Pure and unconcealed
For all the world to see.
Inspired by #WrittenRiver prompt 'Wasn't Allowed'
Words mumbled.
Thoughts kept secret.
I'm fine.
I'm fine.
I'm fine, I scream
under muffled breath.
Someday
I'll get some sleep,
maybe when I'm dead.
But for now
I'm just stuck
in my own head.
 May 2017 Patrick
B H H Burns
Let your feet take your mind for a wander,
So your eyes can get a good gander,
At sights they may not have seen,
So when you return to your screen,
Your head will be filled with insight,
And your hands will be itching to write.
 May 2017 Patrick
B H H Burns
Youth
 May 2017 Patrick
B H H Burns
Remember when...
Our young skin shone diamond bright
In dark caverns of black light;
Out of space and riding time,
Fast break beats but faster minds,
Chasing, racing laser light...

Remember when...
Bass lines boomed like mushroom clouds
Radiating through the crowds,
Hands held out to neon suns,
You were me as we come one,
And beside us we stood proud...

Remember when...
We were such sublime sights,
Flesh and muscle, firm and tight
Fearless, feral hearts beating
And loose, limber limbs weaving
On and on into the night...
Inspired by #MadVerse prompt 'Remember When'
 May 2017 Patrick
Poetic T
Sublime beauty hidden within the clinging walls
of a residence that had secrets unbeknown to the
outside world. Melodies were assuage in there
pristine composition, clinging to the wall writing
a brevity of afterimages beyond the veil of sight.

Luminescent webs were weaving within like a prism
conquering the veil, magnifying with each reflective
joining. Flourishing deep within were  blossoms that were
wording literal petals of beauty. But not everything
alluring is beckoning, dangerous are thorns untouched.

All things luminance aren't always the intention of bringing
light to the world. There are different hues audacious in
there devouring of the voids. Abstract  in there gentle rain
of reflective hunger. Their behaviour that of a spoilt infant
wanting more than what is given. But light always fades.

But these flowers were the seeds of the universe droplets
of luminosity that breathed light on the worlds.  
Before suns shone in there cradles these petals shone
in the void. Some reflections still linger hungering for
thorns to pierce the void for eternity that sleep in twilight.
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