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wordvango May 2022
I joined the party late,
years after the favors left
all the cake crumbs even gone,
but celebrate, the same as one,
to have known my angel's living
breath, now gone, like the participants
dancing smiles all the hugs
and kisses, wishes on a candles
flame,
bring nothing back but images.
So alone I sing to you, however
far you have become....
Happy Birthday, my Angel Dear,
many, many more to come
Apr 2022 · 195
Dear sentiment
wordvango Apr 2022
How has the inevitable
Changes in the atmosphere
Affected you, my dear?
Did you watch in frozen fear
As the loud mortars crashed so near
Or think insanity has won the day,  give up the fight and fade away?
Or has the barometer of your opinion
became a beacon for touching time
Like sages of another rhyme when,
Known became a wing of air,
A tree limb on a barren oak,
A slowly cascading mountain peak, the haze of foggy bitter tears?
There once came by the now dry creek
A beauty lass with a smiling cheek
A breath of fresh a curl of new a hope to all who viewed her innocence
rare for years we thought her there.
But that must have been a smile thought just a scent of remembrance there one called her name in somnolence, and it echoes still,
her  name was whispered meaningful,
A heart, a tear,
A sentiment
Apr 2022 · 77
May
wordvango Apr 2022
May
Will it be
The elder green with less luscious
blossoms
Or shall the younger tender petals
Steal
All the Golden from the mountains
Rushing down the hillsides gushing
Renewal
Or
Is it noted in the dirt and loam
The sacred parts of earthly home
Shared each nutrient and called not a one, ever, their own
Has such been histories norm can written tableus reveal
These truths or are they found
In hearts of steel in minds
That see beyond the limits
Who see
What is truly real
Apr 2022 · 85
?
wordvango Apr 2022
?
Anyone say they are sorry,
               Anymore.
Jan 2022 · 114
Daydreams and it seems
wordvango Jan 2022
It seems
All things
Begin and end
As daydream
Forms
A torn
Piece of a
Skirt left
one broken
Shard of
Colored glass
A folder
With only
One match
Left
The torn
And tat-
tered....
scattered
Bout as
Remnant frames
In
Scrapbooks
Loose
Granite forms
In memoriam
Fragile and mortal
When true
Love Is
No more
wordvango Dec 2021
The love of my life has passed. I am devastated and ripped. My life seems ended.

To my baby, if only I had one more day.

Even just an hour , I could go on.

DiAnne, my soul mate, i need you more than any breath or water.

I shall remember you and keep you close in my heart as I always did.
Nov 2021 · 58
Paper thin
wordvango Nov 2021
How vain
     ,thin the
         Paper skin
Coarse, now, built
  Through years of pen and brush
           Dabs and strokes of scent and skins
           Of sights ,  sound
     smell of rosebuds melding.  
          lips wrote thick upon the canvas
turned from micron thin
  into impact on a ground layer upon
layer deep where senses melt all
      Into one  
Bright some bold, a grey that holds
          A mystery of depth,
     Wealth unsold like souls
        remembered loves you'll
            never lose, or
                 grow  old
Oct 2021 · 64
Cat s
wordvango Oct 2021
Is it ok to be crazy sane
Or insanely norm
Or has the path narrowed where
You must step foot for foot in the path?
I mean, I go off at times wild dont
Never hurt nobody I do it alone
I things  question like nobody does
Nobody I know so i close off
And where is that line drawn
I look only line I see is middle of the road
Even that changes from dashes to solid lines from one of them to two in places
And you see I see everyone knows
If you cross them there's hell
To pay
I dont always traverse roads though it was an analogy
I suppose the asphalt and heat got to me
Serious now
Who can help
A pastor a preacher a witch or a belt
I'm open to suggestions ive searched over and over
Oct 2021 · 104
Cornered
wordvango Oct 2021
For want of breathless views,
Landlocked seemingly
Between crests of
Rolling hay green grass and numbing tedious pines
Lost like a wolf who ventured too far
Unto the oceans beach and knew
His quest was hopeless,
How about we venture forth imaginating then how do I guess what wolves do speak
When obvious the feelings of creatures must
Be holier than our lust and treason
But tarry not
In self-denial your eyes when cornered,  
Don't deny,
Are just as tortured vile
As any wolf
Or creature
Threatened
Oct 2021 · 159
So far. Off
wordvango Oct 2021
Business on
Forest Street how quaint,
the merchants displaying their wares
Mid 19th century like,
On sidewalk displays of commercial
Renaissance,  essence of Renoit
air
Of the Bard
Touch of town folks fresh from the hills
In wagons long dresses cowboy hats and wood
Silks and satins of bright colors
And patterns
In celebration  of how good
It was
Back then
Says horses and slop bucket smells, gaining the footing of paved streets,
Over septic systems carrying the
Saintly smells of yore underground
So efficiently, yet
We yearn
As an old man
I know yearning, for days gone by
Now golden
Were it tinged glowing gold by my mind decades old or by
My eyes cataract and unfocused,
I do not know.
Why I would like
To know.
At my age
Is the future still
So far off?
Aug 2021 · 115
Freedom
wordvango Aug 2021
I'm so antivax maskless, I'm petitioning the courts to remove my polio and smallpox, diphtheria and whooping cough, and measles Vax from my *** immediately.

I want to be free of serums, free
to enjoy paralysis, coughs and fevers like God made me.

****  my glasses are fogged up.
Wait a minute.

Freedom is an ignominious thing
Aug 2021 · 114
I was honored
wordvango Aug 2021
To have loved a cat.
Amongst my accomplishments this ranks highly.
So, I gave freely. Understanding the rewards might be fleeting.
Yet I loved whole. True.
The entire monty.
And there i paws
A cat hair in my eye on lookout for every stray
Who happens by

Seeking....



Nor, is it folly, to have served their whims upon a silver platter, when rewarded only by their regal indifference. For, there comes a time when you feel a bit down, or you are sad, and lo, her catness rubs your leg, or turns her head upside down and let's you rub her belly.
And the ultimate when on a dark gloomy night she consents to the rare kiss on your lips. And rubs her side along yours. Softly
Aug 2021 · 59
Were silent
wordvango Aug 2021
I was looking for
   Sudden stark compulsion
A reason to write
      It didn't come,
Nor did,
        That impulsive spark
Of inspired words that
      Rhyme whether right or wrong,
Instead of wisdom or genius i came
        Upon however just write dont
Think yourself a lexicon or a mad
          Puzzling wolverine red words
Dripping endless from the throat youslashedorall goodpeople  
Suddenly left behind who never
Dashed
Comma'd

Were silent.
Aug 2021 · 57
I hate
wordvango Aug 2021
Just gonna list all the wrongs not the small **** not misspelled words or dangling participles or mixed metaphors or two used when it's too much to bear, hate it, but can live with them. So I begin, as if I have a right to, like anyone cares or will ever listen, to list in a minute, next stanza, paragraph, whatever, maybe
Oh dont gag. ******* you can't listen to a rant.
Hate silence, that ghost in a room cloud of doom kind of dark hovering.
Geez, I **** on myself trying to explain before I've even said anything.
I shouldn't need to explain. Perhaps I need to grow a pair believe its my ******* right to complain once. Twice.
I'm a bit analytical though in seeking approval. My bad, I know. Gotta work on that. Anyways, here goes.
I hate rainy days!

Don't hate me....
Aug 2021 · 124
God bless America
wordvango Aug 2021
It's always the new ones
tradition
Breaks rank with
suffering change is us old *****
Wearing suspenders and
Proper hats. Fedoras and cowboyed
Booted gray haired country lovers hate quite a lot, not to mention pull their goddammed pants up. Music
Holy hell where's that gone to?
One soundtrack a few words changed rehabbed **** turned up until
All you hear is thump thump thump.
Should only be 50 plus years old other side the ***** ***** can be arbiters of morality and law and educational agendas. We pay ALL the taxes for ***** sake.
Not to mention by time alone we have earned it!  Built the country you despise. One kneed ***** calling for equality!  It is. There's no racism.
How about we have white men's month?
Get it?  
You blame me you young disrespecting entitled punks.
Just know, we did this. We built this country the GREATEST IN THE WORLD!!
I'll be ****** i let foreigners in , and blacks to take control.
I'm going to listen to Tucker now. He knows.
Fox News knows.
Goodbye.
#posing as a conservative
Jul 2021 · 366
No Matter
wordvango Jul 2021
This age
         Of the end justifies
  The lie and reality
        Is what you say enough
              Loud  proud
      
No matter
May 2021 · 107
Experimentience
wordvango May 2021
Fornever howl amongstest darkless how that makes one grasp
Upsides down when down has been a view for too long when
Reconizating it in anothers view
Let's say their red ****** swooled
Eggs aside
A grizzly nose a burbank chin a long since washed smell
How that makes a view
Of septic wonder realitating
Obfuckscuating
The governed publicity *******
On a hot day June year unknown middle of somewhere wishing it were Woodstock again hearing echoes of

God only knows these kinds of sink swim knee on neck sarcasm and violence lying loudly from every space time capsule
As

They walk wildly
Around
Lactating drooled ******* genetic mutants
Robots

I'll just take a hit
Now
Thanks

Sit here
May 2021 · 99
Obscure
wordvango May 2021
It was when the dichotomy resolved into various divisions of reality i saw the absolute wonder of it all and its unknown immensity a cloud of particles opaque the view beyond now obscured and the past a path of uncertainty unknown whether it were a dream or reality I seem to be congealing now into a mass of carbon atoms annealed to a mast of the most oblique ship with no mast, on keel no more away on a shore deserted no more
As I laugh
May 2021 · 68
I was composed
wordvango May 2021
Sober, for now
   Such beginnings reach a new high today, like never before
     See
It didn't take a substance to get off
I inhaled nothing
Smoked squat,
    Was alone in my mind and
reality, set in. The calm clear eyed, looking at a clear sky,
Mid-day kind,
      How **** peace find its way there?
Could have been leftovers tripping or off- kilter stray endorphins, or serotonin somehow getting back through
The blocked numb receptors,
I give up.
It doesn't matter to me but I feel
Akin to some lab rat subject wired up and fed *******.
I truly might be.
It might all be just a hologram.
I'm game for any explanation
But quantum entanglement on a scale greater than  molecules or brain synapses or chemicals.
The whole experience was caused by me giving. Feeling empathy. Feeling a part of something more immense, instead of apart.
I'm rambling.
A better explanation, might have been in symbolism, perhaps that
Is the derivation of religion.
I just know, for a while
I was composed
May 2021 · 95
We aspire
wordvango May 2021
Some had found happiness
A couple found love
Another groveled in sadness
A few became known
Yet wherever all ended up
They knew they had touched
The bounds of infinity
And the peace of knowing.

How sad it all
Every passage not a poem
How useless normal language
Has become
But, can one infer its all
Been for nought
When people you touched
Once laughed and cried

And there lies the mysteries
No philosophy has answered
While in hell or heaven
We aspire.
May 2021 · 2.1k
Why
wordvango May 2021
Why
Has HP so many spinning wheels anymore?
I wait to heart a poem I like, comment, save a work, and I get,

A spinning wheel

Or a little sign:

Bad gateway. 505

Are we all dead?
May 2021 · 145
At all?
wordvango May 2021
How here
Is one more purer
Another whiter
A color so wrong?

How can the outsides
Of a thing make dirt
Fiber and tissue
Stronger than heart?

And how does the sun shine
Equally without judgement
Or doubt on every facet
Of life without question?

As a storm crowns with terror
Who escapes it's
wrath,
And is killing for hunger
The same as ****** in rage?

How can we take pleasure
Knowing eventual means death,
And how can lovely eyes hide
Such hateful revenge?

All my questions unanswered
From centuries of presumed
Wisdom, religion or philosophy,
Leader, or peasant.

And since the clouds open exactly the  same for creatures as they do man,
And the storms turmoil neither
Measures good or bad,
And as the trees and grasses grow as well for the
Masses of variety,
And the seasons ebb turn freeze
And boil-
Isn't it with reason I ask
How then did man
Reach the conclusion
Of his
Superiority,
At all?
Apr 2021 · 121
Who wins
wordvango Apr 2021
The spider scurries up the wall into the kitties paw,
Curiosity once again fills
My mind,
Wanting to know
Who wins.
As the spider falls
The kitty searches
And life goes on
Apr 2021 · 171
Abstract poetry
wordvango Apr 2021
If anything makes sense,
Please tell me how
Apr 2021 · 86
Just a chance
wordvango Apr 2021
Dream, a wisp of fancy, flight
Of whimsy night be night,
A way down the hall a
Festive ball looking onto
From outside the arena,
A tall castle spire,
From under, now,
The figures dancing how I envy
Their grace their gowns and smiles the festooned
Caronas like crowns I imagine bestow beauty and power,
Just me prying eyeward between
Cracks in the wall
How beauty agrandizes
Those few chosen ones.
You who don't need to grovel,
Beg or steal
Those whose only need might be.
Their will
And who is to say they don't
Deserve it. How am I to judge
Their seeming divinity.
All I know, is I'd give a **** to know which type of God made it.
And go to my grave,
Cursing
Apr 2021 · 125
Temporarily
wordvango Apr 2021
Then,
Just what you do,
After lunch and a cigarette
Naked as a Jay on the duvet,
Go then
After all, the fun has ended,
As the door closes,
I whisper....

Temporarily
Mar 2021 · 54
Death row
wordvango Mar 2021
Able to approach most any subject,
Abject or object
With cursory concerns,
Taking them as they come
Or they go,
The detail we all face and
Where do we go,
Seems to be almost
Caught in my throat.
As with each year that passes
The inevitable becomes
Nearer and my choices
Clearer but my convictions,
A bit more dull.
I sometimes wish for a warning, sort of a message of
My time is up,
Then say, no,
Make it quick, just turn
The lights out.
But, I'm guessing I have
No choice.
I'd like to die with a
Smile and a hard-on,
Or watching the love of my life's
Eyes glisten.
I want to be able to take humor
To the next level.
And turn over,
On the autopsy table
Giving the medical examiner
A good scare.
Or sit up in the casket and high five the crowd during my
Funeral.
Or expel air, just when they lower me into the ground.
So they winch
Me back up.
I'm guessing,
I won't do any of that.
Feb 2021 · 69
Denominated dust
wordvango Feb 2021
Forever then came like a battle
out of a parade, chaos out a
celebration,  color out a prism
All banded,  separate,  but one,
None more colorful or known,
a gathering of none,
black as the moonless night, hovering above,  cold seen but invisible as icicles on a caves entrance, utterances
High and low voices forming no words but a guttural instinct and a glow from heaven
Or below?
As sects, theological participants disbanded became part of it all a half soul half soup conglomeration of writhing
Arms legs and hearts unwoven their denominations woke up
To stare at the awakening the unknown.
Who knows what they said.
Or felt or clutched.
As they faded back into the cathedrals of dust.
Feb 2021 · 78
Wake me...
wordvango Feb 2021
When you get home when your eyes are open when you are tired

Wake me before the dawn in the middle of the night when you
Worry you may never see light

Wake me from nightmares I travel in horrible sequences of monsters and demons

Wake me and hold me
Tight

Wake me after my last breath has expired as my spirit leaves this sphere as I try to reach you

Wake me long after I've died and been buried, just dust in the earth

Wake me then by a memory of a day long since when, I held your hand to my chest pulled you close

Wake me anytime my love for
Its your presence I cherish your breath I breathe your eyes I get lost in

Wake me now, honey.
I'll kiss you
Again
Jan 2021 · 126
We return
wordvango Jan 2021
Every song has a serenade
All the plays a theme
Everyday has its mysteries
And time has its end

As we all find her limits
As we come against the wall
Alone except for memories
We bend but never fall

With everything that's
Come before
with that star
Near our grasp
Just out of reach
Is the goal we
Have searched

You can't take riches anywhere
There's no silk or gold
There where we keep
Only our soul

Someday the roses wilt
The monuments built
Crumble, words that were spoken, still

Echo beyond, and eyes
Weve felt,, all the hearts melt,
Though flesh turns to dust
Our energy is forever more

We return to the stars
Jan 2021 · 65
Where we went wrong
wordvango Jan 2021
Bastions of minions compulsed by the roar
A minor compaction of death
On the lawn how
Upside the distracting messages
Cause so much to be wrong
How leaders become the problem death but a number
And rights are all talking points
Unless they are yours
How propaganda intenses
And soars until lies become truth
And truth is no more
When we look days long past and since might we see our children
As pawns in some war or as
Vital to survival above commerce in ethics and mores
There is no one to hold guilty
No more the game
As a pawn is to queen
Yet I discern among all the collective a willingness to hate to cast the first stone
When we should look at ourself first
See where we went wrong
Jan 2021 · 60
Done
wordvango Jan 2021
Snake in my head my brain twists round a flick
Attacking front and back delusioned took in sheep
Fearing wolves teeth accepting
Eyes of a dandelion for
Sharks teeth describing insanity
Amid humanity and toiling still
Maskless rabid tongue savages
Mangling the sabbath
Crosses slung as martyrs in devils disguise a rabbit
Looks up surprise
A crowd of proposed Jesuit boards
Who's knives hidden
In lying tongues
Stab out all the sudden
Taking ***** and Gomorrah
Wrath and horror in God's name
Came dressed as saviors a blithe name and a traitor so slay him make this day done take no prisoners it needs
Done
Jan 2021 · 205
Tribal
wordvango Jan 2021
Soul full a ball
Of heart passions
Beat
Dec 2020 · 82
Yes
wordvango Dec 2020
Yes
Anyway winds bow
To the ocean mists anyway
Voices silenced through
Eternities shout
Anyway meek inherit sunrises
Or sick all become well
Anyway the wind blows
Is all about life
You know
Anyway its all been said done
Before
No man bound in gravity can in
Anyway become godful
Anyway just a thought
A brief roundabout
A trip
Yes
Nov 2020 · 119
i and me
wordvango Nov 2020
Long
Has the song
Been in the trees branches
Over hills
Swept sweet in streams
Cascaded upon meadows
Fell to the ears
From heaven
Resounded angelic
Familiar cries in the woods
Depths of all seas
Valleys echoed
No mountain has missed
No lion has roared
Not a man, be he human,
ever ignored,
Perfectly the voices
Signing breezes
Of things
And all that
Can be
wordvango Nov 2020
Absolutely a possibility the new know all that there is to be
Without rearing or influences
You see. They see.
From the beginning maybe
Experience colors the soul a
Bit pessimistic or routine is
It or reality that
Days add more than wrinkles
To our cheeks, perhaps, days add
Crinkles to your synapse,
A fold to your temporal lobe
Not temporary or extraneous that we learn evil,
Not a bite from some apple,
A reptilian representation, or
As we crawl skinned knees
Burn supple becomes calloused.
As It were, instinct, I can
Smell
Burning like incense in a swaying
Silver cantonment ritual.
Nov 2020 · 84
Too late a little to
wordvango Nov 2020
make a great escape, when
You've already dressed in character
Ten years you can't all the sudden decide to play the main character when you're the author, right?
Having spent my writing career a failure, obscurly devouring other's failure,
I find it considerably immature
to, all the sudden, turn my back on my own lacks of talent, and write something brilliant.
Though, I wake up, middle of many nights, sweating,
Words on my breath
To change heaven to earth,
Conscience, like a time-traveller,
Of the butterfly effect,
I stay quiet.
**** me.
I lie.
I just can't remember
Long enough to put
Word
To
Paper
Nov 2020 · 98
No longer shy
wordvango Nov 2020
Diving
Feet first into boiling sky
Feeling bolder then my first time
Higher than I've ever been
Never minding how shy clouds get, they close upon your open eyes, in dewdrop drifts
Cotton puff mists,
to catch you when,
You"re about to cry.

And then, mistress mountain sighs, a layer of white crests below, wings of despaired tiredness, no longer need
To hold you up.

Diving again.
May I never come back.

Down
Oct 2020 · 254
biscuits
wordvango Oct 2020
Whatever happened
        With shortening?
Haven't seen it in any kitchen
          Or recipe, in
Fourty-five years
Oct 2020 · 235
Himself, anymore
wordvango Oct 2020
haphazardly
  Careless a world of daring falling
     Like embers from a fire in the
cold wind

stares longingly
   Back at the viewer
calling
      Like small Wolf cubs left by their mother

evidenced by
     Gashes in tree bark
white streaks in a sky
      chasing yellow glances of sunlight

eroding
        The rushes of semis
Busily hurdling by
         pursuing commerce
Eliciting

porched rocking
       Chaired old men
To ponder on meanings
     And roars in
A head unsure of even

Himself, anymore
Oct 2020 · 82
On farberry hill
wordvango Oct 2020
Is best the berry found farther round ye journey long supposing
A furlong quarter and a half
Mile steps anticipating working up a sweat than
A vine growing up your leg
Or closer than that the vine infiltrating your mind heart soul
Closing in upon covering the windows dark berries
The ones worked for tilled fertilized staked like their home tall straight sunlight east and west known as the Farberry grow over in the next county across the line big succulent
Ruby red sweet lips bursting nutriently good dissolving like Farberrys would, like they should, luxuriant
Oct 2020 · 120
ours?
wordvango Oct 2020
Calls who why what .
    Rings now in tones.
Cellular not line locked
Airy more .intrusively.
.gone times one
Listened in
To nature alone.
Most of all hearts longing-the ebbflowing....beats
    .a hair studied her
Curling round
           , ears
And could it be we've
Lost something.
    was it ever ours?
wordvango Oct 2020
Entirely
          Speculation
This
               Reticulation
Of
           Earthly
Desires
               Making
Longing looks
        Over
Waters
             Shuddering
Anything
             But what
It was
               Only
Waves
Oct 2020 · 114
The never were
wordvango Oct 2020
was a man who
Tried to become everyone
He traded and stole
Borrowed and portrayed
He never was himself
Just a trace
He was a shimmer
Of a soul
Reflecting others
Becoming unknown
As much a thief
Could ever have known
Until he chanced
One day in the dark
to think back look
At his face
In a shiny spoon
In an empty dark
Room with no
Touches of him on
The walls
No love to embrace
he had none not a nose
Or a smile no ears for
He had been borrowing
Those
Oct 2020 · 82
Best of the worst
wordvango Oct 2020
it might seem obvious how to
Make dreams out of pure
Fairytales and iconic
Masterpieces when
Lost in embrace or
High from a kiss
But can you make rainbows
Out of stale history
And cakes out of lies
Here lies the most memorable
of things; wise of the mind
And existence,
Because not all grows strong seeds become old, die;
but they try to
Become beautiful
And in my eyes
Are
Oct 2020 · 235
Breakfast, lunch, dinner
wordvango Oct 2020
The conscience food
Masticating
Flesh
Blood the essence
A tender fragrance
Wafting through nose
To
Tastebuds fornication  
Mouth
watering
Pure decadence
Involving dissolving gnashing
Evolving
Each bite  
tiny pieces 
 spittle
Veins gristle sinew
Go
Down
The drain
Must live be vapid enormous
The most ravenous
Survival is a thing
And the menu
plain
Sep 2020 · 63
In a year, or two
wordvango Sep 2020
Never on the plain level loosely gathering bubbles slightly off
Kilter a bit of a rogue,
Seemingly a kite lost flutter
Ing on ways to nowhere
And not caring
About futures or
Credit reports,
Tradition best spit out on sidewalk cafes where you order
The best chardonnay,
And get dust,
How's so ever then peeling
Off running not paying the bill,
I'd never do that, just seemingly,
Wearing my best running shoes
Loose pants,
Have you ever been looked at like you are the waiter?
Anyways, not deferred,
Nor harboring grudges colored
In no way, skin or poverty, or ambition,
The way politicians tend
To say, dole ones, the beggars,
Street urchins do touch me, as my kind and upbringing.
As one ages, and skin folds benign, along smile lines ruffages
Around mouths the white hairs
On mustache the ears getting scarred, eyes not acute to read
Prices on menus, that pause...
When you answer a question,
Along with the constant need
To visit the loo,
Men are men and women women. Grey hued slower selves
Still human.
Bless you, becomes an acquired saying to those younger faster svelte cold young babes
You just wish you could share
Your knowing.
Sep 2020 · 207
reflectings
wordvango Sep 2020
there's
A full mood,
perhaps a dull
twinkle scar,

hidden,
behind your dark-
brown,
cloud-covered
eyes,
Sep 2020 · 91
As bursts prisms missiles
wordvango Sep 2020
Gem missives brilliant bedazzle left right above and beyond in prismatic sparkles of all the every colors into eyes wider than windows into souls open more than spring breaths over hills softer than pillows upon shoulders bearing my breast and how might the night be were the stars to light significantly
More spectacular
Could I even breathe
......shudder
Sep 2020 · 164
Pebbles
wordvango Sep 2020
The shore down
hill waves crash soft sand white beckons her ****** impact on soles paved paths
with pebbles underfoot
Sharp some most polished gems
Some large
Roars where I must go
Shoeless barefoot
And hear nature's voice
White crescents reaching o'er up above flying mists
Lovers in celebratory ****** from
turquoise lips
The travel am tredding
Lightly exploring each step
As some pebbles seem jealous
Their sharpness biting
Gathering up each hurt
In hand on the way
To furl away bouncing
Drowned forever
In
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