The things you said aren’t often true
As I watch them fall out of you
I’ll touch the grain
my lips will bleed
I’ll worship your shadow
until it leaves
Images imprint all of the feelings
I am supposed to have
they tell me when I am failing
and when to laugh
I will care for someone
after I pay the toll
time can tell you a story
but cannot make you whole
so sway to the music
and turn the page
brothers of blood
sweating in afternoon sun
I’ve seen the play
it has just begun
pride my lover
whiskey my friend
you always wind up
replaying the end
act with me
I’ll be the creep
in scenes thick with violence
don’t breathe too deep
do it with might
or don’t do it at all
maybe just for fun
or all for the cause of justice and right
most probably, though
all just for spite
I liked the artwork and the poetry. Outstanding work.
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Thank you very much John 🙏
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You are welcome my friend.
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer.
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Thank you!!
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You are welocme. Good words need to be read by more people.
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👍🙏
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