Sometimes the darkness and the silence are the cup of
random thought- creativity.
Dedicated to Bowie
Painted faces hide the 'you' of me
Standing behind the hedge of us
The reality.
Blue skies hide the darkness
Shadow the reality
And the sojourn which is the
Excuse for procrastination.
Send love to the pinnacle
Make it supremacy
Give breath to love
To the reality of existence-
I am: I am: I am.
My breath is my reality
My thoughts are my existence
My today is the beginning of my tomorrow
I do not deny the me
In me
I am my reality-
Breathe life
Breathe...
Dedicated to Bowie
Painted faces hide the 'you' of me
Standing behind the hedge of us
The reality.
Blue skies hide the darkness
Shadow the reality
And the sojourn which is the
Excuse for procrastination.
Send love to the pinnacle
Make it supremacy
Give breath to love
To the reality of existence-
I am: I am: I am.
My breath is my reality
My thoughts are my existence
My today is the beginning of my tomorrow
I do not deny the me
In me
I am my reality-
Breathe life
Breathe...
Haha, eavesdropping, the poets favourite pastime, after looking at mountains and sunsets and the moon of course!
ReplyDeleteHaha, eavesdropping, the poets favourite pastime, after looking at mountains and sunsets and the moon of course!
ReplyDeleteOh bum that was meant asa comment on the poem about people watching, not this one
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