If I am talking

to hear myself

I better say all

things to help.

All my days if

you caress me

I shall reveal a

pristine scene.

Making sense

I applied logic

with you and

me we profit.

I hear pitifully

tired cold lungs

trying project

our song sung.

Your over it all

I’ll understand

former love is

empty in hand.

Doesn’t mean a

damn thing so

let us talk as we

did so long ago.

I hear me in my

head I feel dead

from the facial

expressions fed.

Turn your cheek,

dressed in a silk.

Let us not fill all

our tounges filth.

Gentle one let

me adorn, crown

our resurrection;

set rancor down.

Hey everyone. I wanted to take a moment to thank you again for all your kind words and encouragement. All of you are a gift to me.

No matter what kind of poetry you like or relate to I really feel I have friends here and it is a comforting thought. It has become part of the healing process of some of my distresses.

I pray good things, emotions and people find their way into your lives. Let not the chaos of the world suck you in. Have some wine, more wine and yeah maybe a little more and enjoy the day and evening.