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tom krutilla Mar 2016
the heart bleeds, were the arrow periced
drips upon the flowers, droop their petals
stains them green to red
roots of strength hold firm, grip the earth
waiting for your smile to part the clouds

the sun, with its tantilizing fingers
evaporate the red to green, beauty renewed
walk among them, smell the scent, heal the heart
then close your eyes, feel yourself, and think
" If it was'nt for me, the world would not be"
tom krutilla Mar 2016
climb this vine, in front of me
remove the jungle, in my mind
come out of the darkness
the hazy particles sprinkle
layers upon the eyes
rub with vigor, still unclear
haunting echos, still grip
wild whispers suggest to go
the climb slips away
lets try again, over and over begin
a moment, the particles clear
warmth of the sun
the chatter, the past, too loud
many voices, converge
sift through, a weaken state
climb the vine, I think not
the effort is futile
tom krutilla Mar 2016
your last laugh on this silent night
will shackle you with the coming light
that figure walks away to your delight
in the dawn you wonder just what might

such is the day with the brightess sunshine
as your heart drips feelings of pine
" what have I done oh treacherous mind"
" for another like him I'll never find
tom krutilla Mar 2016
droplets dangle from green tounges
fall silent absorbed by earth
moisten its softness happy feet
tom krutilla Mar 2016
It wont matter much, staring
coldness of winters breath
freezing
eyes water are icicles
triangulating
seeing in three demensions
appealing
like prisms that bend light
wonder
what person shows up
tonight
are the angles of you align
perfect in semmetry
has a particle bounded off
to a distant
and scattered your love protons
to an unknown place
tom krutilla Mar 2016
droplets dangle from green tongues
fall silent  absorbed by earth
moisten its softness  happy feet
tom krutilla Feb 2016
these deserted valleys of my soul, it seems
are littered with unwanted dreams
were sands of time, crush and seal
all the ghost that have haunted, all I feel

such newness of me, I feel in my blood
streams awareness, like a growing bud
roots firmly grounded, with the receding flood
my leaves open, recapture the fragrance of love
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