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Wandering Nomad Poem
In his eyes
He drove a little far ...
Away from the few
he knew ....
With no rhyme or hue
On a black canvas he drew ...
His Pacific Blues .....
Darker yet bland
were the shades of blur ...
Strumming his slur ...
fluttering in harmony
Over his bleeding lull
In his eyes
He drove a little too far ...
Away from the few
he knew ....
Copyright © Wandering Nomad | Year Posted 2010
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Wandering Nomad Poem
Gorgeous he calls her ....
Lucifer's got company \m/ ....
He seeks her breath and
Her burial in his arms .......
With the noises in our heads ....
Yours and mine.
Playing our symphonies ..
Not so divine
See ya on the otherside ....
Copyright © Wandering Nomad | Year Posted 2009
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Wandering Nomad Poem
Long stretch of a road
This life as it should be
Bland, dull and colorless
Longing for a turn
A possible reincarnation maybe
Or an urge to turn a leaf
I stand there, gazing at my own horizon
Here comes the sound of silence,
Chiming its way like the breeze
with a question ….
Will this life strike a time where
a time where ….
Nothing else matters?
I have seen this life juggling,
and struggling.
Striving again to revive,
Maturing me as I derive
every last drop of your smile,
till my last breath to the green mile.
The next life isn't anyway new
without you
So I’ll take this as our last chance,
for You and I to make our hearts dance ……
……. I call you
Call you to say Darling
Come away with me tonight ......
Dance with me
In the new Eden of our love ........
Within the rhythms of our passions,
where we caress our souls away.
Elevating you to new realms,
is all that I have to give.
Your teasing breath felt on my body,
Makes me go sublime all through the way.
With purity in our touch,
and the devilish pranks that we play, ;)
we ignite our love as we lay,
Wet, weary and in sweet pain
Blending tonight as one my love,
We'll kiss our NEW life together everyday
I love you
For who we are
With just you and me
‘cause Nothing else (will ever) matter !!!!
Your Wandering Nomad
Copyright © Wandering Nomad | Year Posted 2009
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Wandering Nomad Poem
Emptiness has no soul mate ....
Stillness being its only fate.
Barren mirrors within ...
as they crash and crumble. ... See More
Ripping and slashing ...
every ounce of fear.
They will live the twiglight ...
for this mirage will sear.
With pickle in his eyes
and coffee on her lips ...
they will uncover .....
Beauty in the arms of her beholder
the beast no more.
Copyright © Wandering Nomad | Year Posted 2009
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