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Kyle Anthony Harris Poem
Prospects lie on a weightless list,
Birds mocking fire makes a tasteless twist,
To lie, to mock and to play with fire,
Leads sin to a fate buried under a tire,
With a switch of a thought and a lift of a hand,
You could of moved without weightless stand,
Fore your faithless touch and a breath so cold,
Is a breath to late for the dead stone cold.
Copyright © Kyle Anthony Harris | Year Posted 2010
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Kyle Anthony Harris Poem
As i dream this dream so blue,
Woodlands search for the scent of you,
As there legs get tired and there heads grow wired,
Not a height in forest can see through,
In the plastered smear of a dark night,
My iris bleeds the unfair fight,
Although a sense gets bullied, pulling round on its pulley,
With our touch we can pull through this dead light.
Theres racing violence in these rooms,
Carry me through each exit wound,
I will bleed for you lover, use my soul as you cover,
And my eyes so you'll find where our life leads,
Breaking bodies and boundaries to find you,
I climbed each wall for that afternoon,
When i looked into your eyes and i finally felt wise,
Because i saw you, completely.
Copyright © Kyle Anthony Harris | Year Posted 2010
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Kyle Anthony Harris Poem
Scrape your hair back, from your face,
Let your hands twist, turn and embrace,
Into my skin, lock nails deep,
Fix your breath between, ear to cheek.
Circuit blood as we intertwine,
Feel your body spill through mine,
Voice kept mute as we silent scream,
Eyes pressed close and we’ll fall in deep.
Copyright © Kyle Anthony Harris | Year Posted 2008
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Kyle Anthony Harris Poem
If lines run straight, we see where they walk,
If steps walk circle, we paint them in chalk,
We keep steps held, like clouds hold tears,
A watered down face, grows sad around fears,
Grow me in rose and leave me for red,
Paint me to fill, print cheek on my bed,
Hands when in touch, creative to spill,
Combine and enrich, when in grasp they fulfill,
When in sky's and in floors, neutral we fly,
Not when sad nor in angst, do we rain-pour or cry,
If our lips were discolored and tonal like skin,
Our kiss would feel white, but still gleaming within,
So paint me in rainbow and feel who I am,
Pick where we go and I’ll give all I can,
Carve in our names on the root of a tree,
So they grow when we fall and feel where we see,
Like that in tree, that provides where I write,
Touch each letter hear, as it's printed on white,
Pick me in rose, as I scrawl on hearts page,
Let eyes blur mistakes and roots rainbow with age.
Copyright © Kyle Anthony Harris | Year Posted 2008
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Kyle Anthony Harris Poem
Laced up charm of red bound black,
Entrapped in a moment that can’t come back,
It's Painted in souls, that's forever growth deep,
Then Split through two roads where the cross must now weep,
Clamber glass walls, bury broken nails,
Dig deep for a pirate to come set his sail,
As long as salt skin, touches loves cold calm sea,
The mind sees no cost, to a rough or calm me.
Copyright © Kyle Anthony Harris | Year Posted 2008
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Kyle Anthony Harris Poem
I am water
Dripping down your height,
I am color
I shall that turn neither black nor white,
I am a rage
Screaming through cold teeth,
I am passion
Hide me away and I’ll burn down your life.
Copyright © Kyle Anthony Harris | Year Posted 2008
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