I am the wind
soft and invisible
yet roofs i tear asunder
waters of the sea
i twist and hold
hurl and maul into hurricanes
i am the sun's morning rays
sweet yet intensely feeble
soothing on the skin
but vicious to the ants
i am that first love
deep and intense and virgin
pure and stupid and crazy
unforgettable,
yet often burnt out
in the intensity of its own depth
i am me
i am the path not taken
i am the promise unkept
i am the expectation unmet
i am me
the best kept secret
the loss you hate to remember
i am
just
me
© March 2012
Welcome.Karibu.Machiegni.
... happy you're here, finally. these random thoughts are random, the poetry is from pseudo -poets and any likeness to any human being, living or not so alive, is purely (well, mostly) coincidental. enjoy
24 March, 2012
12 March, 2012
Movements
redemption sneaks
upon me
now
yet like a thief
somehow belated
the life of the soul
is eternal
but madness does not last
what a feeling?
we were something, ha!
remember?!
© March 2012
upon me
now
yet like a thief
somehow belated
the life of the soul
is eternal
but madness does not last
what a feeling?
we were something, ha!
remember?!
© March 2012
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