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 Apr 2018 island poet
CA Smith
I never was one to swim
And now I am an Olympic diver
Ready to splash into your skin
And collide with you

I never was one to sing
But I find myself belting out tunes
Because they remind me of you
And your voice is the sexiest thing I've ever heard

I never was one to swallow my pride
Yet the embellishment of your words
Entangle me in humility

I never was one to stop to smell the roses
But the fragrance of you stops me in my tracks
Like a lion on the prowl

I never was one to feel good about myself
Yet you show me everything I am
And everything I could be

I never was one to love
Yet you make it so easy
You make it so effortless
That now I can say
I can't help but love you
Blank stare.
Jesus.
On the cross
Why is that so glamorised.
I'm glazing over
Just staring at his dead...
Wait
Not dead
Suffering body
Hanging from a chunk of would
Being devalued over and over
And we shouldnt keep idols
And statues of naked women
And goats are not for worship
Yet we worship the image
Of the most powerful human aspect
Hung out to dry.
What an ego driven world
It should be your ugly aspects
On that cross
Release your christ
From that tainted bond age
Why do we replay the horrid past
When jesus lived?
He was taken off that cross
Yet you make him wear it
Over and over and over again
how
Following the rhymes of the wind blows
But it seems to follow me
Like every time i call it forward
It moves to set me free
And all the trees seem to flow
In an interpretive dance
Yes all the time I'm holding still
Branches react to my glance.
And why does life never seem to work
For some but then theirs others
Who worship nature in their hearts
And are connected with the mother
Whose attitudes and shining smiles
Can make the weather change
And other miracles
Fast react
Happening more than strange.
Why it's almost as if
Needs are met

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