She is not a Rose


Neither rose

Petal or bud

Can be

As she –

The woman

Of the water

Who levels

Out the unbearable

Sound

With a

Tranquil moment

 

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The Lover’s Leap Lies in Pieces


sonnets of souls

separated by space –

sound out

in that place

between

where the

breath of angels

cool in divine

circumstance

and timekeepers

stand reticent

by gates

holding back fate

reluctantly

to

people parted

by

blunt

location

Chaos Fill Chasm


Tabulate my thoughts

Each fear

Each tear

Each dream

Designated, denigrated

Stagnated.

Count my broken breaths

Catch my crooked eye

Tell no lie

For truth touched by you

Takes me away
To instilled insanity

Distilled inanity
Springs of vanity.

Now

Let chaos fill chasm;

Your hollow heart.

Follow me.

For you

This mind is

Divided.