Τρίτη 26 Νοεμβρίου 2013

26/11/13

One plus one equals
Two souls aligned for a momentary
Ellipse of affection until the next time they
Meet and leave their eyes to do the
Talking about the importance of declaration in
Expressing what you feel after having been bizarrely stung by the
Bitter yet numb realization that you’re just living in the past because it’s
Comfortable and familiar to feed on the kisses that were
Not given in the early morning hours of peace and wonder and the
Entwined legs that did not
Find their destination even if there were many stops along the way which seemed like
Home but they hardly ever gave the feeling of
Unity that the holiness of your
Temporary touch bestowed upon my
Mosaic sanity which has been a
Blessed curse even though I could barely declare my
Eagerness to tell you that I never really did
Understand math.












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Κυριακή 3 Νοεμβρίου 2013

'Brown, A Poem Of Color' - sawyer762.tumblr.com

"Let’s speak color, shall we?

.

Keep your eyes off the rainbow

while I mention what’s neglected.

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Shut the drawer of things recognized,

while I spin this twine of a tale.

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They speak of aqueous blues,

fields of grassy greens,

pretty little pinks.

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The harvest is overlooked.

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Brown is bold, is forever.

.

Look to life,

what you know,

all you’ve loved and tell me

you’ve known such visual pleasure.

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True beauty,

eye candy yes.

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Brown be the chocolate,

appreciatively bitten off and savored,

departing from her lips.

.

Brown be the malt beverage,

sucked down and trickling

into the core of my white body,

giving tint to my skin.

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Brown be the color of her eyes,

luxuriously priceless jewels

I have not forgotten.

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Brown be the glazed tinge

of dried blood.

Wounds heal and sins are forgiven.

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Brown be the soil of the body

which we call earth,

placed back into mother natures womb

once our souls pass on.

And through days of warmth,

and winter nights,

it will so remain.

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Brown is our home,

our working grounds,

our resting place.

At our feet,

later above and covering our eyes.

.

We are born of it,

we die in it,

we are remembered above it.

.

Beautiful,

and our sanction.

Brown is eternal."


http://sawyer762.tumblr.com/post/65646604015/requested-poem-13-brown-a-poem-of-color









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