I know how it feels to be lied to and alone.
You tore out the stitches in me you have sewn. I should have guessed when "forever" you intoned. In your eyes, forever is brief. I wish I had known.
For he hurled the stone,
casting it with anger... And so the first sin was sewn.. For the wrath of another showed that we were the picture of god, If we were imperfect, then our creation was flawed beyond the reflection of our birth. The stone was never perfect but flawed when created.
I am not a poised person
| Nor am I a delight to hear | But I am a truth warrior |a knight for deeper meaning |and a contender for reality |So I speak my restless mind |on the matters that matter most \ and for this I am sutured. | my mouth sewn shut | by the red and yellow tape; |political correctness / diminishing the truth |until nothing is ever said |And I weep . Silent tears
Let the truth be known
Are my eyes not sewn
To the vestagise's of You. Your words like songbirds In mornings glory, singing the awakening of ourselves.. We fly higher in dawns rising, and slumber in a nest of two, when dusk falls beneath our hearts. Two feathers always gliding on the rhyme of loves wind. And we soar for eternity as we are the breath beneath each others yearnings.
Rainy days and dripping windows,
Once again, beside my pillow, I lay upon my bed alone, But in a place to me, unknown. Day two, beyond the first “hello’s”, Clouds still hover, and even billow, They say goodbye to each of their own, They thunder and sprinkle before heading on home. After their hastened diminuendo, Most clouds scatter among the fellow. I compare to them to see how I’ve grown, knowing rain brings a harvest from a seed that was sewn.
Un-enlightenment was the trading
of collected ignorance that was sewn on the eyes of so many individuals, collecting in a mentality of blind illiteracy. Detachment from the realities that were shown before, but spectacles of onyx kept them from seeing reality and all they responded to was the illusion of there hearing. Contagions were ingested within the falsity of words collecting in mirages of there own. But every consultation was a verse in reversed wording collecting the meaning in other manners.
we can't comment
on my poems we think they might get sad now you have made me mad me mad whee where is my spears we must **** that stench here hold my nostrils while we wonder why ? ... .. .
don't fall in love
how she has woven me
far beyond rainbows hues centering my center stage attraction was seen her spinning dancing on enigmatic glass making blue thoughts of you enigmatic spinning blue my magic carpet ride enigmatic spinning blue am i but an memory painted blue you catch me in your thoughts spinning my sweet enigmatic i love yous ? ... .. .
title words furnished by chance
or did we take on an form of wordstalker hush me ...
sewn sewing stiches stitched to my sleeves tears soaking simplicity magnify times me in i find myself me'ing me perfectly time hurdles another fence passport in hand bus stop timed frequently flown boot soles composite toed mistletoe kiss me rosey cheeks love me dearly love me most love me ghosts learning to sew ? ... .. .