How Do You Know Yours Does You?
This Morning loves me
I can tell
When fist He brings me coffee
Then goes tempting my eagerness with
forbidden gumdrop fruit
Designed and built all just for me
He, then, He let’s me be
Tag: Poetry
I Bet You Don’t Know It’s You
It’s made for me
The world is
The way i am made for me
i am the World Herself
i adore You World
You adored me first
– i just noticed
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Then Live Between the Lines
When my eye holds only angles
They suck thought out between the lines
Being lost here somewhere is my moment
Where paint-flow washes out my mind
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Bottle Your Elixir of Life
To live high on this delicious brew
All the fermenting is you
If you can’t be still and feel
Gratitud
You’re screwed
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Feelings’ Faces
The face
Of this sadness
Joy in profile
Tears streaming
In color
Peek out
Of the wall
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Chocolate Darkness
When darkness is thick
Creamy and sweet
Your tongue is alive
It climbs up your feet
All wrapped in the moment
A being of taste
Is it what you are now
From what you have faced?
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Self-Potrait
Each thing I do
Gets done in me
What I make up
It marks me up
Each choice I make
Is colored paint
My palette is my day
Skillfuly blended
Chosen colors
Artfully painted
Or just mixed up
I make me
Anyway
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The Painted Door
Green nice
Let me see
Oh,
Orange!
Show me
Please
Come in
Through
The color of
Fresh squeezed
Fruit
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