
Illusions were far memories of hope
intersections vain enough to attract weight
we crossed the right moment into never
burning a beautiful night perfectly wasted
only the prayers remained astonished
sacred vibrations heavy electric fluid sonic
Have I earned the right
to suffer eternal concern
mummified wood
marbled arches of ruin?
Dreams clothe me in haste
well in advance
break bite the arrangements
provided saddled suffocated.
Public smile a lipsticked mask of mirth.
I should have recognized at what cost
failures take me too seriously.
If you can morally overcome
admiration identity
you get to keep your sacred
originality sovereign.
Yes, originality is very important.
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Thanks for your comment Megala❤️
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Hello dear Judy. I enjoyed your poetry and I hope, you are enjoying the days of Spring.
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Thank you John, I was experimenting with phrases and images, not sure if it made sense, but I’m glad you liked it 🙂. Spring is my favorite season, I hope you’re enjoying it too.🌷
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I am enjoyed Spring and you are welcome Judy.
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Amazing poetry by a talented writer.
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Thanks John, so sweet of you to repost.❤️
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You are welcome dear Judy.
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