Pathological Poetry
PATHOLOGICAL POETRY
SO here we are within our small little world
choosing words to express our Souls and Hearts!
I choose to love you -- I choose to choose :
like little precious 'comes and goes'
like famous sayings of those greatest poets
my precious babies and love how you release
the power of your talking: it cuts into this
psychological nightmare of a knot of Life.
Every time I talk to you it seems like you cut
into the veil of dimensions of life and death
but if i ever lose my hope and if i ever lose
my eyes i won't have to cry anymore.
When i meet words that lose my legs
and if i every meet hands of words ;
i will crawl with my mouth and teeth
-- i won't ever have to crawl or talk.
Some days are great and some nights
with wine and friends so now followed by
love and moon shadows.
:: 05.11.2021 ::
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