Riding the lightning, too ground
the calamity and crashing, of sound
a piece of my soul
a flame, burning coal
heart and soul somehow
bound
Twixt the rising of lust
the rain and the thunder, a must
each crescendo of sense
no bars, and no fence
and always, a matter
of trust
Blood is, simply too thin
to end and begin, again
electrical fires
the simple desires
as even poetry
can never
attain
May 24, 2021
May 24, 2021 at 10:40 PM UTC
Riding the lightning, too ground
the calamity and crashing, of sound
a piece of my soul
a flame, burning coal
heart and soul somehow
bound
Twixt the rising of lust
the rain and the thunder, a must
each crescendo of sense
no bars, and no fence
and always, a matter
of trust
Blood is, simply too thin
to end and begin, again
electrical fires
the simple desires
as even poetry
can never
attain
Emotion is an essence nothing in this world is enough to contain
love, and everything associated with it, is ill described and defined, for if there were line and rhyme enough to make it real, it would be rendered......................worthless, easy, and..........cheap )`:
*** Elliot! it took me 30 minutes to get this poem posted!
AFTER It was done being edited!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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