Deep Poetry for Wednesday, January 26, 2011

I use to believe that love could get you thru anything. I now know love really isn't enough I loved my wife, as she was, with all of my heart But her hate of me was of sterner stuff She says she doesn't, but I know thats not so She fights me at every decision She always tells me I don't know what I'm doing She always tells me I am wrong with precision Sign in to see full entry.

Like a thought that comes from nowhere, like a memory that comes to mind. You fill my head with your presence no matter where, or the time. You come to me from a world of perfection of blue skies, meadows, and trees. Moving as a kissing breeze amongst the flowers then with your eyes and smile, you tease. I’m happily lost in your vision of distraction, content to be taken from where I should be. I’ve become a lovesick romantic dreamer, obsessed by love and it’s imagery. Sign in to see full entry.

He's seen it all, She's seen it all, You've seen it all, I've seen it all, They've seen it all, But i am the artist; And my abstracted works have more than meets the eye. Sign in to see full entry.