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VISIONS OF ELASTIC RAINBOWS
There are footsteps
Being left behind
In the creamy sands of bliss,
As a tongue yearns
For a velvet rain
Tasting the acridness
Of a dolphin’s tear,
And
Just beyond the heights
Where condors soar
Are the clouds that have wings
That fuels the hope,
Of the tears of a woman’s lament,
Creating the principles
Of life’s desire…
Questions are asked
How can one not be a poet,
Or remain silent
Like the snail’s journey
In the ignorance of America
An army of one
Rewind, reset and declining,
Reckless and dangerous
Thought,
But,
Is it really a sacrifice?
When actions and reactions
Are just, and righteous,
Whose voice shall perish?
Simply by eating
A bloody oreo,
When does faith truly
Remembers God…
From the creamy pearls
That heard the echoes
Of butterfly kisses,
As simple thoughts brew
In a moonlight sonata,
Images bend
In the dark of night,
Embracing the thud
Of a rock bottom,
The death of a poet,
Brutalizes
Memories buried upon
The many hillsides
Of emotional content…
Leaving the imagination’s eyes
To feast on ideas
Becoming thoughts,
Quicker than the speed
Of light,
Acquiring dreams
That once were so faraway,
From a pleasing touch
Deep breaths sighing
Finally…
The ultimate satisfaction,
In the enriching chromatic
Spectrum of life,
In discovering
The visions
Of elastic rainbows…
Verbalskillz © 2011
