Short Rawest Poems
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I like you all unpolished
the words around three a.m.
the rawest version of you
when your words are pounding hard
all chipped with rough broken phrases
the fortress crumbled slowly
softly your pain pricked my eyes.
Earth, water, fire, air
solitary elements to exist;
while alpha powers from
celestial arenas persist at creation
in it's rawest form
Nothingness,
A blank canvas
Empty;
full of substance and potential
Awaiting a transformation that will be
a perfect reflection of beauty
pictures on a mantle
Earth, Water, Fire, Air
Running around her hair so untamed,
those curls reflecting wilderness;
Crass words fly forever blurting truth;
Sitting silent unless speaking truth,
through the years with a spirit untamed;
She’s the embodiment of wilderness;
Always so inspired by wilderness,
natural instinct’s the rawest truth;
Willing to fight to remain untamed;
The untamed wilderness is her truth.
a cowboys whaaahooo?
hollywood sounded that way
then came clint eastwood
'the unforgiven'
the best western of all time
rawest truths of life
'ah'm here tuh kill you
little bill for what you done
(a slow breath)...yeeeahhhh'
when clint sighed like that
looking down his gun barrel
that meant...'yup, you're dead'
the good guys were bad
that was just a way of life
as now...dawg eat dawg
i love this love
that brings out the sacred and vulnerable
that can be tuned into and let out as art
in its rawest and deepest forms
i love the love that turns walls to dust
where sweet rays dont rust!
thank god for that,
i remember and smile
i love this love
where i can be unafraid
and let myself freely fall
in this gentle way,
that feels more like rising
thank you
i can whisper and smile
She wakes, bare as morning light,
A face unframed, soft in sight.
Mascara lifts, lashes rise,
Eyeliner sharpens her guarded eyes.
Blusher blooms, cheeks come alive,
Contours shape what can’t survive.
Lip gloss glistens, a coy disguise
Her beauty speaks, but never lies.
By night, the mask dissolves away,
Each streak of cleanser blurs the day.
The mirror holds her rawest view
Which face is hers? Which one is true?
I'm a writer of truth
I appreciate the nakedness of art tho
in it's rawest form where it starts
which is usually from the heart
So, I listen
Then
The words begin to flow
And before you know it
I've created a masterpiece in my mind
Because what the heart feels is real
So to deny it would be a lie
I think that's what makes it so personal
But if it's not shared
then it's unfair
to those needing to hear the message
So I write
and share
Today, l went whale watching
I was left in complete awe
The magnificence of these beautiful creatures
Hugged my being to the core
Their amazingly huge yet graceful bodies
Playfully breaching into the air
Slapping their pecs in the water
To their own grandeur… oblivious and unaware
It was a truly special sight to behold
Nature in its rawest and purest form
To see such majestic creatures
Engulfed my being with a joyful warmth