If you don’t think this life is tortuously beautiful then you’re not really here
To make your body smell like sunshine
one cup of pure soap flakes
a palm sized sensation of baby skin
a breath of flawless thought
a tongue of deep cave water
a fold of pure truth
a shiver of invisible touch
coat your skin in oil of sun
invite
absorb
loosen
each wave like an angel
falling over lips
for m e more a more
or
OM
the sound of sky the smell of sun the taste of open sea
All That Glitters Is Not Gold
it is all just bullshit anyway.....
Your Brain is a Radio that Does What its Told
Haikus Senryus and Tankas about anything and everything
Poetry
musings on life | bits of psychology | attempts at poetry
In other countries individuals go to jail and/or die for weblogging. While the bulk of this country makes the internet an extention of T.V.
Scripting the desires that are soul deep
poetry that speaks to you
The Poetry Monarch.
Life, death, and everything in between
BLUEJAY
Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!
Pain goes in, love comes out.
well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.
He started Writing, The paper started speaking...
Silver Poetry 
Your verse fills the senses.
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thank you xx
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I badly needed to read something like this. Thank you, Poet.
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I need to read it again right now too :))))
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So lovely. And that first thought about not being here, perfect.
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🙂 thank you
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Life’s a beach.
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