Specks floating
Lights flying
New stars collide
Purple, orange, white, black, even blue
Shapes interchanging
Shapes that all have a place
No matter the face
Bringing beauty with a dark trace
O the darkness
O the light
The balance of infinity
The balance of all shapes race
How they spiral
How they twinkle
How they change
How they look so beautiful
With no trace of perfection
Just mesmerizing shapes out of place
Finding their own way
Formulating
Evolving
Transcending
O how the darkness collides with light
Best of both worlds
When they finally unite
Sitting in chaos
Sitting in peace
To catch one another
When the other falls
Eyebrows Emma's steering wheel
Emma to be rush
Tward the roadway met for love
That her leering crush
To a bumper road for be
Pushed into a side
What between her sexy eyes
you'd not bolt - collide
Quatrain Poem by Trevor McLeod
He had dreamed himself
to be in love with her
and vice versa
He taught himself
not to dislike anything
that she liked
unaware that he was
reflecting
deflecting
projecting
rejecting
much
horse sense
Choreographing ideals
they trance-danced
blindfolded
Lovers cling
to each other's dreams
they may make-out,
make up
make believe
It all
can be
perfectly perfect,
just as long
as that
mutual mirage
remains
Too large to avoid everyone knows it's here
not wishing to collide they won't stand too near
nor broach the subject they keep it under wraps
Mum's the word keep it under your hat
they all walk 'round it talk around it
they're not blind so what gives
it's unkind to animals and who wants to live
with an elephant in the room
too large to evade it's something they ignore
not wanting to impede but can't close the door
a line they won't cross they'll avoid it at all costs
just sit there and stare
even sweep it under the rug with a broom
but with lumps and bumps that big
how long can they keep on pretending it's not there
the elephant in the room
I never thought, nor sought to find,
A soul so bound to me,
Yet fate had drawn an unseen thread,
And wove our destiny.
No thunder crashed, no heavens cried,
No signs marked where we met,
Just passing words on borrowed time,
Yet hearts won’t soon forget.
Through endless nights and whispered fears,
Through laughter, bright and free,
No blood was shared, but still you stayed,
A part of home to me.
Some bonds are made where none expect,
No maps or lines are drawn,
Yet in the dark, some stars will shine,
And guide us ever on.
So if you find a heart that stays,
Through storm and quiet tide,
Hold it close, don’t question why,
Some souls were meant to collide.
Worlds collide
Its not your home coming day
The flowers wilters
You've lost that spark
Your future isn't bright
Tempus fugit
The discretion has gone
Just stay where you are
Fancy dancer
midnight chancer
you taught me the steps over
Give me one last chance to see
gave one more kiss than received
You try, crystal clear
memories are dear to me
Forms of Electricity,
Traveling through Space.
Leaving it's trace,
In a Galaxy of Energy.
We Are all we see,
Everything outside,
A reflection,
Of who you Choose to be.
A projection,
Creating your Reality.
Designs from the Mind,
Leaving a past behind.
To be able to find,
This place in time.
In a World that's Grown,
Heading into the Unknown.
We are not Alone,
Distant Cyclones,
Drawing near
Feeling The sound,
Bounce off my ears.
Swirling around,
Patterns coming clear.
Another Galaxy is drawing near.
A new sphere of energy,
Mingling with my Atmosphere.
My Heart starts to race,
As they appear.
Face to Face,
Sharing Space.
A chance to embrace,
Become unified, intertwined,
Our Energy Multiplies,
When our Worlds Collide.
What can we get from hate
Is what we lack from love
The absence of light makes
The eyes dumb and blind
And when we use to darkness
The heart intervene as light
Touch is where the blind goes
Hearing is serve as eyes
The mind operates the outer
The heart obligates safe inner
Both in tandem to goals success
Life is gain when whole being
Is doing the right thing.
I live in a small condo
with a unit upstairs,
and there resides one
very temperamental bear..
He has a darling wife,
so bubbly and fair, but he
can be so dark and moody,
spreads his gloom every where..
At times he hears my footsteps,
although I live below, so I take
off my shoes and walk on tip toe..
I slept in my guest room where
above he goes to bed.
He claimed I banged the ceiling
but it was all with in his head..
How can his wife stay positive?
She has to be a saint, so many
days he's doom and gloom,
no vibrance in his paints..
When the yang is cloaked with
ying and opposites collide,
it takes a lot of angel wings
to keep an even tide..
Trump collide with comet
blew up voters when bomb it
caused us to vomit
we will hear Trump say
with our minds he likes to play
ignorance display
were once over hump
what we should do is dump Trump
now is in a slump
Trump on discursion
when with him an immersion
trouble incursion
heard several times
if God never made Adam
there would be no sin
for there to be sin
will need to have a sinner
even if beginner
things started to take
Trump was found to be a fake
who we should shake and bake
when being weaver
in God became believer
always receiver
The four elements can collide-
for fire and water make steam-
a hot blanket of thick mist from
tea, hot springs, and boiling water.
When the conditions are just right,
the four elements can collide.
Fire (or heat) can liquify
earth, turning it into magma.
Earth and air makes swirling sandstorms-
tiny flecks that can cut through rock.
The four elements can collide,
chemical reactions like this.
Water freezes at thirty-two
degrees- the air has to be cold
enough to make water solid.
The four elements can collide.
Was going my way,
Should have stopped but continued anyway.
You were doing the same ,
However, we were unknown what a shame.
Eyes were down ,
Feet were in rush.
When you came around,
And my heart went shush.
Took a quick look,
To read your eyes.
Got scared when yours shook,
Towards me while your feet on stairs rise.
Yes we did collide ,
Though with our thoughts.
When we were standing so close,
But stepped back to not get caught.
The moment lasted a second,
But got printed in memory.
The silence it had was sweet,
And the beats were its glory.
Her eye, that of the explorer
Aloof his, to ignore her
A bout, where wills clash and collide
where love on the outcome rides
There is always another collusion-
That feels like a collision of promises that were made to me.
This deception becomes stale.
And even though I have come to expect it-
I am still easily captured.
Because right before the dissociation is complete-
I feel the need to lash out one more time.
Just to let them know what they are about to lose.
Therefore, night-time nightmares may be restless.
Dancing above our heads, we fit through, helpless.
A droning swarm of designs that work boundless.
To bounce over our beds, he deemed him reckless.
However, when daylight declines, this is guestless.
These dreams withdraw and conceal the endless.
They are astute and may be burnt and breathless.
When vision and truth are met, we turn useless.
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