Water Walk

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dependent

entirely dependent

sloshing from unconcentrated movement

everything originating from your hands

your clumsy hands

your silly clumsy hands

you leave me shaken

still wavering at lifes glass brim

smeared with oily finger prints

leaving their mark

but yours wont wipe clean

and you spill me onto the marbled floor

breaking the smooth rhythm

disrupting the cold surface

leaving a forever echo

as you calmly walk away

undisturbed

entirely independent

independent
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Sunlight Kisses

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The Sun finally breaks through the clouds
painting highlights across the walls
like a brush dipped in fresh crisp paint
penetrating through the frosted windows
brushing away the bitter cold.

The temperature slightly and subtly rises
impatiently shoving away autum air
the sun sweeps out the silent chill
easing my body into comfortable warmth.
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Song Of Myself.

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A song as a lullaby
teardrops dampen sanded cement
explosions of thunder leave sulking babies
my song waters rivers, dried from neglect.


A song from years past
when sun neither moonlights glow
can break through the thick gloomed clouds
memories desired to be forgotten.


Regrets are a matter of perspective
mistakes may take hold of acquired self respect
but leave footprints of wisdom, experience
ability to live life with knowledge of opulence.

Sing your song, I sing to myself
only your song, and nodbody elses
leave skies to the birds, and stars to the Gods.
Dream long.  Live longer.
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Led About On a String.

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Once they were lost. Drowned. Intertwined. Connected softly in each others seduction.
They used to smile. Laugh. Tease. Talk of silliness soaked in corruption.
Their hearts were meshed. Melted. Dressed by their remains from sincere eruption.

He tied her ankles. Assaulted their unique feelings, moments. Replaced to corruption.
Her ears rang with his name. Her skull shook with each twisted eruption.
He pulled tight. She crawled forward on bleeding knees, eating salted seduction.

She focuses on ruffled pink clouds that suffocate her tearful emotion eruption.
He branded her irises with scorching metal. Blinding with milked seduction.
She kisses his fingers. Polishes his chin with tender devotion, oblivious to corruption.

He owns her committed seduction laced with corruption in every eruption, leading her about on a taut string.
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I Am Your Bed

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I comfort you.
I keep you warm.
I grip you close when no one else will.

We breathe in unison,
meshed together.
I hug you tight when all you can do is cry.

I lock away your frustration.
Swallow your screams.
And keep your secrets from prying minds.

I've held your worst.
Laid with your best.
Welcomed your visitors that always fail to fill my shoes.

I'll never judge you.
You'll forever be welcome.
I'm dreading the day you eventually move on... 
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8 shades of white

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pale, sucking existence from affection
smothering vibrancy from singularity


simple, contrasting from vivacity
leaving unique with far reaching importance


inspiration for a simplistic cranium
sparking intelligence
creativity
imagination


intimate sensuality
enveloping clandestine desires
instigating uncontrollable attractions


irrelevant
colorless


blue, green, redish yellow, oranging pink
purple, browning black


Dominate, mothering flocks of diversity
fortification for less significant


Beautiful, imperative for striking vista
divergent from all others
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