Deep Poetry for Monday, June 6, 2011

Beautiful dreams, dream away, dream away. I feel so helpless laying in your arms. You're like an illusion my minds created. No one knows about you but I. Though in my lifestyle, it's better for you to be unknown. I want to protect you, from the words people spew, from the harsh reality, from myself. You're not my child, nor my kin, but I care for much more. As I leave for church, I will repent for my sins. I will surrender myself. Not only to a speak of a God I claim to not believe in, but I... Sign in to see full entry.

Of windy spaces ancestry, form resurrected in colors of that prime spring, response kind to me because of me, adoring feast, befell, you felt it of islands shore foam whiffs, Olympian offspring. First I was, a celebration visitor, my vows redeemed glances that searched for you, of our oceans offer I stayed there, crowned of hymns, blue roses breed as you descended, of dreams wind, another present. A distribution of windy forms, upon my souls nod a visitor of solitude, deities, Eighth of May... Sign in to see full entry.

Since I am not young the time is not enough. It elapses too soon. And the hours are tough to stretch into days. So I number the ways I could make them last. Still the time's not enough. It goes too fast. When I was young I had more time. The future was never ending, the road an easy climb. I don't wear a watch now. I see my bare wrist. I don't punch a time clock. I just make a fist and pummel it on the table. It does me no good for I am not able to stop or capture time. Sign in to see full entry.

I search and search again you pour your love deep into my soul how can i not want more my whole life is before you and i crave, yes crave i use words i have never used before love, beautifull, adore, and so, so, many more i have bought myself a dictionary so i can spell them. I write with tears running down my face and i am not ashamed no, how can i be I AM LOVED Sign in to see full entry.