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THIS NOW…{{I Bleed And Burn Alive In (y)our Love}}…COUNTS TO ETERNITY
I
don’t know what am I?
just let go- the eye of I
lids heave no more.
only light(ness)
Bleed
sandy. his street ID.
decade of a glossy fur turns d(r)eadlock
trend as baldy famine timeline. mere news.
red rust last footprints sink down.as seeds
And
a bird in time, alights
from the grainy buzzing skies
to an uncharted spot, rovers its tiny digits
stamps a deluge of hope over minefields
Burn Alive
your pyre of greed burns down
baby pinks & grass greens...
your stage’s a lie of blown up cut-outs to burnt
effigies..dramatic emotional trauma
In (y)our Love
inner train awakens in writhing pain
benumbed broken tracks spark
as red raging fire..Our Nature within
syncs parallel, Destin(y/ation) Truth
Published 14th Jul 2019
| Edited 15th Jul 2019
Author's Note
a try for Poet Josh's comp.- A Set of Five Short Poems
* For You ROB, my SHIVA... You know xx
* For You ROB, my SHIVA... You know xx
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14th Jul 2019 2:15pm
This one of those easy to RL hard to comment on works Uma!
Six poems I see, feel...
Six poems I see, feel...
14th Jul 2019 2:24pm
Ahh Adored Poet! your presence
is in itself a sparking cosmic sync ..I feel in your soul & verses
& that you pour on the reads & feedback. Gratitude ever!
(btw wen i saw 6 , for once, literally was searching if had I posted one extra..I feel how you feel the 6 . yes it is 6 or 7 :)
is in itself a sparking cosmic sync ..I feel in your soul & verses
& that you pour on the reads & feedback. Gratitude ever!
(btw wen i saw 6 , for once, literally was searching if had I posted one extra..I feel how you feel the 6 . yes it is 6 or 7 :)
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- Edited 14th Jul 2019 5:08pm
14th Jul 2019 3:25pm
You glitter in this form as that star dust some write of. Every day with you is a journey through poetic avenues and alleyways. You deserve a paperback platform. I LOVE YOU Rob xx
14th Jul 2019 5:06pm
Everything about this piece is pure indulgence for your readers. Where five becomes one in a beautiful metamorphosis
:) x
:) x
28th Aug 2019 6:26am
a lie of blown up cutouts to burnt effigies, but especially the disease we refuse to release. That's where the ego hides, digging its heels in, honoring emotional trauma not for the live glimpse but for the tenacity of feeling so painfully alive.
