Someone forgot the pearl necklace today I remember seeing a red and white skirt the sound of the wind was strong a floral set of earrings As the camera rolled a pause stood in the air there wasn't a single cloud in the sky the black blouse was transparent the red on the mustang reflected your sunshine face.
this poem is like watching you over and over again
The simplicity of rhymes freely flows through the readers mind. As simplistic words unravel in an array of poetic babble we channel the memes of our muses.
No forced word can capture, no college can teach the aesthetics of laughter, the glamour of grief.
The essay of brilliance awaits in the zone. The Muse and the Master in the hearts of gold.
Gods will come and go but the angels will always walk among us dazzled by the glow of a finite life lived with such desperation not wanting to miss a thing