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[mistyllspoetry]

Tired bones cold
to Mona Lisa.
Poe flashed his eye to the
king dead like a shade
tree broken without flowers
or love loose from weather,
sweet like cherry wine.

Tongues rich blood curling
mars.
Long paper souls saved a bird's
wing.
What a cheap life.
Rusted fingers number the sun's
cure.

I wish I was soft like you.
I wouldn't have to be beautiful
or old, I could just feel sold
cause your love is a deeper devotion
to hold the silence from crying out loud.
Hands start haunting the dead,
and a better mind is frigid beyond repair.
An insane dance ring's reaper's
chance.

Heart's bent out of shape
and I cry the body starts
to get hard empty with no
feeling just remain still
and I will glass your desire.
Remain asleep on flower's
year.
The rose was near your grave
but it was dead
because love was solid.

I finally kicked this man's pill
and recycled the empty tragic
broken beds repaired with distance
and one record, sweet mama was born
to fly,
around your neck lust
sheets sweeping respect.

Whiskey mind nowhere
but naked between the sky
and wind playing for success
don't sin.
Stay don't cheat.
Sleep again and path
your road the right angel
will call you.

[MsJacquiiC]

The Following Text Is Quoted:

Originally Posted by mistyllspoetry

I finally kicked this man's pill
and recycled the empty tragic
broken beds repaired with distance
and one record, sweet mama was born
to fly

Hey MISTY - This was an intriguing write! I found it a bit mysterious - but to me it speaks of a courage so strong and bold - it surprised everyone because it was an unexpected and bold audacity in the face of such a horrid turmoil... The kind of turmoil that cannot simply be named...

At anyrate - I like the abstract quality of this write - But I do have to say my favorite stanza is the one that includes the phrase "sweet mama was born to fly" --- Three cheers for perseverance!

Thanx for the sharing

Jacquii.