PiHKAL
Bluelighter
I don't know what this is...it just came into my head and i've been repeating it so that I could remember it long enough to type it here. It won't rhyme, and it won't fit an so called standard or form, but oh well. It's simply words that my mind is thinking....is that not poetry enough ?
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All alone I see you stand
my every desire within your hand.
the flowing radiance that is your soul
standing amongst is not your goal
confidence shows in the aura around you
beauty is the smile that becomes you
upon this morn I look your way
too nervous to try and meet
for within your hand you hold my every desire...
and what would I have to search for if you gave me all I've ever wanted?
your soul i see.
forever a rainy day could i simply peer within you
simply wanting to become one with you
to know before you what you wish and want
so that i may be there for you the exact moment you realise
you want what i hold in my hand, a reversal of themes, of sorts
i want to know that I am your dream too, for anything less
and i do not deserve you.
Peace..
Gareth
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When I look at where I've been
And I think of where I'm going
I find that both roads bend in
same directions, ever flowing.....
-Caress, the artist whose paint is words...

All alone I see you stand
my every desire within your hand.
the flowing radiance that is your soul
standing amongst is not your goal
confidence shows in the aura around you
beauty is the smile that becomes you
upon this morn I look your way
too nervous to try and meet
for within your hand you hold my every desire...
and what would I have to search for if you gave me all I've ever wanted?
your soul i see.
forever a rainy day could i simply peer within you
simply wanting to become one with you
to know before you what you wish and want
so that i may be there for you the exact moment you realise
you want what i hold in my hand, a reversal of themes, of sorts
i want to know that I am your dream too, for anything less
and i do not deserve you.
Peace..
Gareth
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When I look at where I've been
And I think of where I'm going
I find that both roads bend in
same directions, ever flowing.....
-Caress, the artist whose paint is words...