Happy Stories Here

A balet and beam in the sky

would ever outlive the lie

that love was truly blind my

eyes could never truly dry.

I guess you’re nefarious maybe

I’m not going to waste my time

with your mind so hazy lately

supply me the designated type.

Last night my head tripped

and the curtains became ripped.

In fluid fashion formal equipped

I have stolen realities little grip.

Don’t think you’re not poking

in holes smoke I am choking

on the vibes I seem evoking

tribal trips smoking.

Small words poked out in air

where the thinness of my despair

was kissed kindly upon repair

of an utterance with no care.

No problem of mine finds

the air of day why not just say

that you’re done with things

that offer sullen dull disarray.

I can not keep thinking you

in all grandeur and dry mood

can look at me I’m so good now

can I even now be pursued?

Let me project the emotion

here now I’m drowned in oceans

of superb strength and devotion

and clarity that I have chosen.

Am I weak no I am whole made

as no hand before has ever held.

Myself I deserve not the least but

the best happiest stories one tells.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. rothpoetry says:

    Yes your are unique and very special! I like the way you embrace that concept!
    Merry Christmas!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Merry Christmas to you as well.

      Liked by 1 person

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