"realeyes" poems
We walk
We talk
We croon.
Engine jaws with a few screws loose
Minds barrelling towards divinity
Grasp purpose in a finite reality
We will create heaven heare
HAND OVER YOUR TRUMPETS TUBAS SAXXOPHONES AND TOOT EACH OTHERS HORNS!
Neurons fire like synchronized rifles @ bravery's memorial
Assurance lied dormant on the roof of your mouth
Taunting your taste buds
Your heart as pensive as your gums are pink
and
You let it out
Your cup poured over and you told me
I am home
WE ARE HOME
and we'll help each other see
that home is much more
than a person
place or
thing.
Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 12:49 PM UTC
I tip my hat to the rear view mirror walking in the dark with a face burnt by the sun I can no longer linger in a place that does not exist
that once was your heart of my imagination
I was never there
And I never will be
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 10:57 PM UTC
Your vision is a trick, most knowledge is the mystery.
If ignorance is bliss, don't follow the epiphanies.
Blithering and ****** so hollow in the misery.
Apollo is positioning, & he's whispering this;
"I'm hollow and I'm fissuring."
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 9:27 PM UTC