Are You Serious?
? But I can’t seem
To gather, how serious you could be?
When I haven’t the chance,
to hear you talk to me…
? But I can’t seem
To gather, how serious you could be?
When I haven’t the chance,
to hear you talk to me…
A Pot Of Poetry poem for you: Fly.
My face has mountains and Valleys, lush, life giving terrain. Seeds latent, waiting for rain. You come to me, speaking in languages that I don’t understand until I feel them. But those are just stories I hear. First I must be silent inside. We must slice, from my temple down. On either…
I think about you when I shouldn’t be. When I’m meant to be in the beat. I’m thinking about you. I’m speaking my own words, trying to be myself around you. But it doesn’t work, because when I’m around you, you are all I see. You contain my deepest hope, everything I put to words….
an
ever present
note to us
from Mother earth.
I exist, to be, the exeption to the rule The compliance with resistance The sunshine in the rain. I persist, to see, the renewal of the old The life within persistance The light inside an instant What might be hidden gold. I breath, to feel, the shouting in the silence, The holliness in madness The…
To breathe the air, You push out of your way when you move, deepest pleasure. The winds inside, A Storm. To see your eyes happy indescribable treasure, If only my own eyes could withstand whats rong. To live thinking we have ‘happy ever after’ A fantasy too heavy, To ever hold smiles or laughter. I…
Scents mingle with sound.
Love is the fantasy…
He was stronger.
I’m not sorry for my imperfections. I’m not sorry for my qualities. I’m not sorry that I’m beautiful, Not Sorry that I breath. I’m not sorry for my heritage, my inadvertant, colour, visage. I’m not sorry that I turn a head or two, when I walk past. Not sorry that my smile is bright…