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no other reason
aside from the obvious
this tricked out
pumped up
passion
on an endless shelf
of other's passions
i claim this spot
to reaffirm
and define
what i imagine is mine
a 2d cross country
kinda thing, holding
more weight than most
other things in me.
he is in me
came forth with force
a cyber solar connection
atonement in a singular sense
in the least
i repeat
that i want to walk you
like the hot sands of
the south most shore
feel your burn on my soles
on my soul
flushed and elated
as that infrared, you
climbs tall through
my limbs
fulfilling the willing
a stellar join-up
breaking free of
a poisoned atmospheric
condition
to refresh
refresh
refresh
red and redressed
and absolutely
obsolete
your sweetness is to me.
- COMMENTS
z3n_Masterover 16 years agoTearing into the fleshy bits of mind <br>
he stirs<br>
fifty nine pounds <br>
of dead weight<br>
fifty nine days till<br>
he arrives<br>
<br>
the heaviness<br>
gravity's dispute<br>
with your will<br>
fifty nine reasons<br>
not to care<br>
but i still do<br>
<br>
fifty nine years,<br>
one might think it makes sense<br>
it only makes feelings<br>
<br>
<br>the push in the plexes
<br>the moment of satori
<br>moment i touch its skin
<br>
fifty nine thoughts<br>
to the back of the bus<br>
fifty nine steps to get<br>
back off<br>
<br>
there it is<br>
numbered fifty nine<br>
in this town<br>
of desolation<br>
<br>
the signs point<br>
the right direction<br>
an old archaic route<br>
little travelled<br>
duddle146over 17 years agoThis poem makes you want to wade out until you reach the deep waters of understanding. A little Poetic Gem!
LeBrozover 17 years agoThat almost unique 4° style ~
I say almost because lobomao frequently seems to reflect him.
