Imagination Longing Poems

Everyone wants someone to make them whole.
I have dissected myself. 
Mind, body, Soul.

I am not missing a part.
I’ve just shattered my heart.
Poked at my mind...

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Every year In Robin Hood Country Nottingham
There in October, they hold. What is known, as the Goose Fair. It's huge. and goes back centuries, straining...

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I met someone, she has my heart
I gave it to her from the start
She didn't know but I sure knew
The her, the someone, the she,...

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Man In My Head, 

You live there– 
(here I should say) 
but I suppose I don’t need to tell you that.
You’re the one making your...

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The tunnels of transmission sending you through illusion, disillusion, 
thus making connections at random, 
imagination side by side the real, free will, 
far-fetched notions 
open...

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I stand
Standing upon the emerald landscape
posture stiff and still
Eyes like black holes
devouring the space around me
Glass horse galloping, prisms 
exploding through the plainlands
Time passes faster...

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My muse
Am I just another experience to you?
My beloved beauty, of divine grace
My soul, my heart, my mind, everything
All yours
You were everything to me
My waking...

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Within the depths of my very being 
Resides a soul that is all seeing
With truth and strength it gently leads
A reflection of love so boundless...

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An Open Letter For You

I loved you the way I know how to love someone. Yes, I’ve had my faults in the relationship but you...

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It hurts to see you,
Knowing you'll never be mine.
Yet, my eyes yearn,
To see you every single time.

I love you, love you not,
I know not how...

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               Here I am in a place so familiar;
  ...

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Strange, after living so long apart
the things that resurrect the memory of your touch;
a vanilla-scented candle, the taste of Turkish coffee;
or the way flower petals...

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~Do you have any experience being skipped?

Well, not exactly, but I witnessed my friends skipping across the pond. If they can do it, I believe...

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Confabulation 

My precious reminiscences 
that open the magic doors,
you are sweet-speaking witches, 
who hold bell-lamps with a tricky smile.
The spring comes back 
when you chant...

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In moonlit night , in silver shine
From heavens I in this world peep
In my soul silver intervine
With body on the earth it leap
No chart in...

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