sophiasummer Poetry (237)

sleeping toes with snorted sighs
thunder rolls
of creeping cries



who calls as seasons spilt

not I
FORGIVING
raindrops

WATCH HIM
for sailing
shall endure
a
wicked path



One we want to save

a new day

a new dawn
collapsing

The smells of years
before
Came

Crushed trodden
wet leaves
oppressed

Smelling drenched Punga
Sensing the life
Tripping
through
the bush
stumble on logs

I know

Slipping to a new adventure
Washed with sea
Cleansed with sunlight

All have a journey
Eventually

"Tea for Two"

The Smells of years
before
came

Slipping away
a new adventure
New silence
Yet crashing

storms

I know always be
aware
heaving
a
sigh
as
darkness
was

such a
current lie

turn will
your
escape

or
be prepared

You laid your body down
raised your hands
to your'e savior

Time passed
grasses now with hay
fleeting butterflies
homing bees

yet still you went away

You are happy now
chosen
her

I am too

An awakening

Soph

Unknowing
as Most

I began my stride
My path


Like a marathon

Smidgens of hand outs

at times


A

Wealth
Simply smothered in Knowledge
What feast!



Filtered
Yes

Back then

(Knowledge)
It will
and

would caress

Yet Be So Far Away
Tucked away for many years

BUT
CAPTURED!
Waiting to dance


They stood at the sidelines
finish line ahead

"Isn't it a ribbon?"

I just ran
sweeping all

There I halted my stride

LAST

"Time of impact?"



HAPPINESS!!!!!!!!!
Cloaked in

"which emotiion would YOU "Take"

OR
CHOOSE

Yes



I

as walk

run

fall

into our storms

Circling

around me

"Thinking
This must Stop"!





"I BREATHE"


So

"It's up to me"


....I thought so....

SS

XX

I hear you
I knew

too sudden for birds to arise?
don't think so

Surrendered you did to your
cries

sleeping ghost
that
weeps so
alone



flick your such
blanket anger

spread your'e unknown

It is you....your chance to make a difference

sleep well in the hell

now you are dead

Every day one minute is a memory
of seconds gone by

Tho bright the stars,
willful damage can
serpentine to a lie

On arms of carnage
yet deeper
wrapping of the
soul

One new bell
shall always toll

Slipping silently
through
the newest day

my memories
crept up
dug in
pebbled

to always lay

Washed with streams
of hidden treasure

Love has
no soldered
leisure

It shall be
and leave
to caress

streams too fast
for any I guess

I seek
yet have no direction

I bathe in the desire of passion

Within life
Oh yes!
a special longing is there

Tasting the juices of sheer
lovers deep delights

Can I tip toe around your
your sleeping heart

like mine
that has slept
for quite sometime

Can I kiss sweetly your closed eyes
as you awake to dive into mine

No yawn of awakening
No great burst into the morning

Just a sweet smooth delicate

touch

of mind heart and soul


Good morning sweetheart!

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the crowd was gooving
I felt his neck
his body
well rested within my plans

he hung his head at me
I threw all
my chilling hat voice
where ever it may land

till he over rode
I had no choice

slipping a riff
all heart
and the hat

I coiled
and
then they sat

the waves of sounds
lifting

like wayward warriors
stricken alone

I played
to all that moaned

so within my soul
I kept so silent

flares of beautiful glam

to go back stage
and munch

on yummy
green eggs and ham

Have I not fallen in love
But to rise
To love

Have I not failed in grace
but to rise
to Know my own acceptance

Have I not cried in sorrow
but to
segregate the tears

Have I not fallen from grace
but to rise
upon my own acceptance

Have I not lost my way
To only understand

I have a choice

Does the Shutter
with hold the reality


Yet

the Venture

Can it be
such an
Operatic Moment

The beauty
sits amongst the non ness of nothing
because she is the one

tempting yet so cautious of love
screaming to be swallowed within
the hollows of love

such swollen decadence
the melt of hearts towards the soul

the giver to share
the eyes of seeing love

slipping melting
an untoward laughter
of
begotten beauty

of such rightful path
to delve
within
ones right

excitement to open the glory box

of slipping moments
that beats
any prize




of a pair of sox

To sense the pain
no matter
your own

to guide your hand
when one dose not not reach

to never walk around
but to stop
and give

to explore the realm
for many with lack of self worth
then
spread unbridled freedom
while buckling up

for them
if not for just a moment
your are the releaser
the saviour

humbleness
everlasting
shall always be
Your footprint

"God looks in the heart
not the facade"

"to give is greater than to receive"

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