(13) – These Things   Leave a comment

(13) – These Things

I look at sun and moon
find hidden dreams
in twist of touch
in roll of eye
in taste of lips
from body soul
through heart and mind
where only cliches fill
remaining …

That alphabet
from A to Z
that word construct
the deconstruct of wisdoms
we look for these things
these things that will define
these things that will remind
of time and times and
fuck me

These things
these things of which we want
these things of which we speak
these things they are no longer
they are a past
they became a those
those times we shared
those moments we had
those dreams we lived

The final sun and moon
could not be seen with
fingers numb to touch
eyes blind in darkness
lips cracked by salted tears
soul torn heart attacked
the mind gone
in the end the cliches
are neither these or those

or is that here nor there

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Posted 30/12/2013 by DarKarsean in Musing, poem, poetry, Uncategorized

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