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The Expansive Unknown

MY feet are wasted I have relived myselfUpon
them //in powder-blue all my gross innocence
pulls back the dreams of my youthful days
My youthful dreams that I knew
Close the crypt upon the somber skies
And the Book of My Life have many torn pages
I threw away just pulp scars of living; actually
all by the power of love fallen   so it's me
I'm writing of   You can take me to a place
called hell -- I have a hate hanging on it's
wall

So then, my expansive unknown always be!  That
we all can dream a dream and eventually
meet the day  //we try to excuse all our
regrets while love ones lament on such 
a beautiful day.

:: ~ ::

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Skat A

Date: 1/13/2016 7:08:00 PM

Hi Ernest, it's not such a bad deal, to dream a little dream... Enjoyed... SKAT

Ernest Robles
Date: 1/17/2016 2:23:00 PM

Hi SKAT A! What a kind comment! When I write prose I often write my own personal feelings. This particular piece though was not of my own emotions and it's hard to explain where many of my pieces come from. Have an awesome day! ~ Phillip