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chroma lyric
I am in awe as I stand back
reflecting upon my lexiphanic craft.
These streaming visions of thoughts
wickedly flowing through my pen
painting the darkness as if a bound piece of artwork.
Paralyzed struggling, hypnotized staring
in disbelief, as the colors, rich in hue,
soul bled and pen wrought almost seem alive.
But yet the truth is by far miles away
as this heartless pen beats but it is not real.
This work, this inked art of words, was not carnal,
my mind created these just visions and as I
touch the words, lovingly stroke the art, it
breaths in soft lingering sighs, a touch of love,
a lust filled yearning, the sophistication of my dreams.
reflecting upon my lexiphanic craft.
These streaming visions of thoughts
wickedly flowing through my pen
painting the darkness as if a bound piece of artwork.
Paralyzed struggling, hypnotized staring
in disbelief, as the colors, rich in hue,
soul bled and pen wrought almost seem alive.
But yet the truth is by far miles away
as this heartless pen beats but it is not real.
This work, this inked art of words, was not carnal,
my mind created these just visions and as I
touch the words, lovingly stroke the art, it
breaths in soft lingering sighs, a touch of love,
a lust filled yearning, the sophistication of my dreams.
Published 19th Apr 2013
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19th Apr 2013 8:44pm
Do like. I here your pen talking and FEAL and talk in the same manner. I couldn't express my dealings when I jot poems down any better. Can't wait to see what your pen tells me in the future
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