Short Chiselling Poems

Your warped song and dance play to my soul
twisting and turning me inside out
melting and moulding my depths
creating, shaping, chiselling away to new form
until no longer do I recognise
the one whom it is looks back through the mirror
a reflection of self...

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I
I could copy, imitate and duplicate
The words of heart-and-wordsmiths
O muse, help me rather emulate
The genesis of natal pedigree, truths
And touches of agape-Love

II
To speak of aging, arriving, mature
With shy eyes that blossom respect
Lips that don't intimate lust, adventure
But dependence on another pair yet
For air, their mutual sheltered Cove...

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I had a waking moment but it was soon
to be forgotten.

Rising from a peaceful sleep, now I'm 
intrigued.

Feels like myself and my mind have made
a deal, for now this revelation has to
remain concealed.

I know in perfect timing the truth shall
be revealed. Right now I shall continue
chiselling at my chains, it's strange because
the words "free bird" seem to reign....

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