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Tasha Wheeler Poem
The apparition of nigh time falls
upon my king size bed
as I lay alone
The mendacious shadows ramify my walls
and the creepy boogey man
and bed bugs crawl
A plethora of anger, loneliness
and pity glower in my eyes
I stare back
Impuissance cries
Bereft of pride
My emotions and I decry
Faces of lavidity
have a soiree with in me
A party of self-pity
Thoughts of being free
exacerbates my negativity
Lying in a fetal position
overanalyzing myself causes a crazy transition
Feeling as hopeless as a baby
reminiscing too much on my problems-maybe
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Tasha Wheeler Poem
I hear heavy chains dragging across
graveled pavement
Heavy feet they can't lift too weak
Deep susurrus to dry to speak
The air is thick
sticky with each inhale
Drowning my soul
My blues I can't controle...
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Tasha Wheeler Poem
I am tasting the pristine water melted from the highest mountain up high
Dancing with the sun's rays over glazing summer's green grass
Floating with the weltering waves of a vast ocean at sunset
Riding the aborning knowledge of our next generation
Smelling the chastity of the first bud of spring bloomed with beauty and maturation
I am exploring your heart
laving your soul
sharing your thoughts
before I can love you
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Tasha Wheeler Poem
A beautiful melodic chance to enhance the ear
so sincere you shed a tear so severe you back it up like a domineer
but music is not just what you can hear
it sums up all of beauty, all art in motion
like the sound of the weltering waves of an ocean
an enticing novel with an addicting notion
like the sway of a woman's walk showing so much emotion
music is art-art is beauty-music is anything you look at to admire
exagerate goals to aspire, a passionate kiss to look up to eyes of fire
a soul mate's touch to inspire
as two become one in the best way to perspire, music
to hear, to touch, a sight an infamous might, music
the canarous dance of a butterfly when their wings dawdle
ketchup's lingering trip down the bottle
to your beautiful body i can't wait to fondle
your face to your utter essence, music in my life
making me smile in times of strife
keeping me at the end of my wits, sharper than a knife
you are music, my words are music, music all around
with each touch it glistens
so remember with music
you must do much more than listen
Copyright © Tasha Wheeler | Year Posted 2005
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