Time Time is you and me holding hands, to the point where I cannot begin to understand where you end and I begin. Time is your eyes gazing into mines, as if blind to the world we’re trying to find each other’s light. Time is that brief second it takes for you to walk past me and not notice, to harass me not knowing that each touch is like Heaven trapped in that motion. Time is eternal. Heat like a passionate lust that grows into something only felt by us. Time is vast like your heart, […]
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Opportunities Past

Opportunities Past Gliding, like bird, low over ground Never touching soil She runs over the pavement of my mind Each footfall echoes like thunder within my Inner ear Beauty graces the scene Artistry of a nature unparalleled To my grave will this graven image follow me To this day does that perfection inspire Flawless flower of woman blossomed Ocean deep the feelings stirred Like river flood, rush of thoughts Aphrodite unveiled Heaven parts and you step forward Fog my thought and then disappear Gift of sight, feast for eyes, inspiration For that one moment I truly submit And ask for […]
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Gutter Child

Gutter Child She was lost, beautiful gutter child Life for her was killing time Remorseless eyes shimmered With missing tears, as Chronos died What’s left after? Nothing Can come from nothing Youthful forever melts Into an adult’s dying laughter She grew quickly, for no one can deny The streets’ aging factor She lived fast a slow death Knowing that our lives are slow torture Your dying screams Are your life giving breath I admired her strength She never questioned “why” to the unseen We purposefully never tried to find the lost tears But still, we surreptitiously peeked Into dark shadows […]
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