Poems I wrote

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7/24/2016
Time in Porcelain
The death far away is silent
The death far away is short
A blue sky looks down at me
What earthly affair could break my green reverie?
What end of life could ever make me want some more?
If your favorite day stalks then the gray is at a core
If your next trip shoots then one thinks into four
Lines of paper await to be inked
Several books of eternity lie in the eye of a blink
Took me away did the city did say to another
Vale of trees, flowers, and white do wait for two brothers
Stay free away to see drink water as cold as ice to hold back feelings like rubber
I do know the light is my lover

Morning at the Lake

Blue shines by the sun cloud
Can I see flowers, pedals, colored loud?
My gloves' black leather touching a tree's wood smudges dust
If I could stay then I wish time would rust
If I could forever see and keep my air, my light, and my ever eye to your contour
your affix
your shapes and arrays of pleasant
scents
I would then breathe what could never descend
Silver, gold, white, purple
these serve as ornamanets
a circle
ornaments surrounded by countless
green leaves
I do like the swan, the dove, the
pidgeons and purple
Beyond the tree
Fresh air dashes about
I kiss you on my knees

Gold, White, and Red

Gold strikes the remainder at
the grave
to shine metallic sunlight by
a evening set
A dream of sky resplendent
as I regret
Blinding light cooler ice
can not dampen
Run away from the fire that did happen
white pure clean shpes the
walls around me
white reams of cloth that
dress and hide your body
thin like a bird's wing
span
Across according to fingers
that feel white and amber
Red that tastes like fruit
blood from the kick of the
boot
red as the apple from the
garden of ruins
Gold, white, and Red for luna

A Ray Flies in the Black night

Yellow streaks across the plane
Reap for the September is
Lightning bolt looking down at
us
If I see you clearly could you
then trust?
Purple with bulbs of light
what to me is holy is what
is right
To you it should not be folly
to fight for what is night
Statutes with heads see that
I am wearing black shoes
but my feeling or sense of darkness is what the day
does lose
If I chose to pick a square
then is it my fault what I
bring home
Hello and goodbye; whatever beyond
we would say on the phone
Jet black as the hair through
your comb
Trying to outline what a strike has shown