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Tara Nelson Poem
War.
A word of strength and convection
Relation between
The world and passion
The sea bleeds red,
God's new defected creation.
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The blue butterflies
Swiftly flying through the park
Waking memories.
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Hear the wind whistle
My mind seeking promises
Enchanted I turn.
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Blackened baffled jewel
Your beauty shines as if ignited
Oh diamond eyed leper.
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Wasting away, crimson of death seeping through
Speaking through filtered tears
The whispered disclosed soothing words skewed
As the world shifts into abstract artwork, seared
My memories lie as awake as if you sat there still
The blackened storm shifts from dull to enlightened
Captured, the desired outcomes' gruesome kill
Sailing through unchartered lands , your expression not frightened
Flattened are the words that fill the inconsequential life
Fighting only left, death had triggered this belated strife.
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Silver sparkles
Shivering softly
Sounding sympathy
Slowly stalking
Life.
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Thoughts pink with suspicion
Hearts skipping beats like a percussion
The time stopped, lost in contemplation
Confusion, convention, condensation.
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Displeased.
The endowed right of those who scrutinize
What and how they judge is of the least
By which judgment entices those who antagonize
The heart grows swollen like expanding yeast
The cheeks rose lightly masked with fears
The slaughtered lamb falls
Eyes filled with tears.
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I’m sittin’ here just wonderin’
When my world wasn’t skew
Heavy fogs and windowsills
Were light and airy
Oh when my worries were few
Laugh for hours up until
We’d have to take on the day anew
Pink and purple flowers
Were bright and jolly
Oh when my worries were few
The changing seasons went along
When the cold came and brought us winter blues
Snowflakes and marshmallows
Were a delight and fluffy
Oh when my worries were few
The time would come and whisk us off
Weary and stressful too
Accusations and hypocrisies
Were alright and sometimes funny
Oh when my worries were few .
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It is not the breaths
Nor the sighs.
Breaking
Our innocence.
It was the words
It was the love.
Spread
Over me like clouds.
Taking my breath
And my sighs.
Towards
My destiny.
Copyright © Tara Nelson | Year Posted 2014
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