tie your shoe lace

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tie your shoe lace

From closed eyes the truth inside lies cast
Sombre it feels days seem to come on fast,
Dwelling on what’s past done and dusted
Lied to by those that cannot be trusted
At first blinded with hope that failure denied
burnt by flames sparking one hellish ride
And lonely screams of pain, not used to light
Re emerging in shadows of dawns surprise much to no ones delight truth would ignite
The setting of the Suns shine awaiting dusk
showered in tears it cried the rain
Poised dipped in evenings sky
 bitten on the horizon of nigh
So of days no longer warm and bright
Darkness sits waiting for dawn to come undone to just succumb
to being under a thumb
A very unique way
objection I’m tolerant
of most conditions
but to realize in retrospect
one way discussions
progress is my own pace
my decisions tell me in
high order dominant space
its so conflicting to try
to be bound by concept
 
logical impression misguided down to earth
unwished the complicated fear in your eyes
melancholy sense of worth, a sacred blues
 
lingering vapors of overwhelming
desire to entwine in fantasy
is an echo that’s composing,
a heavenly harmony pure
 
well intentioned I lapse and ponder
momentarily silently it rewinds
deeper in my mind, my eyes vacant
yet my emotions on a  journey
a monster of a ride
in absolute patterns
 pixeled before my eyes
 
inside one does realize,
My blood pressure begins to rise
Fragments once whole
Gone to pixels from the lies
 
Only one true answer 
A degree of possibility
That we should embrace 
 
Off into the darkness
With misery you’d run
I’d watch from the forest
Stirred up embers with breeze
But you were in branches
children climbing trees
Sadness enveloped you
 
Washes us to roughened seas
Stirred up embers
That nothing could seize
A very unique way
To pertaining to hurt
 
Removing the fabrics shades
Perfect
The longing is 
To the outburst of sadness
To love and its confines
I’m ever so indecent
From closed eyes the truth inside lies cast
Sombre it feels days seem to come on fast,
Dwelling on what’s past done and dusted
Lied to by those that cannot be trusted
At first blinded with hope that failure denied
burnt by flames sparking one hellish ride
And lonely screams of pain, not used to light
Re emerging in shadows of dawns surprise much to no ones delight truth would ignite
The setting of the Suns shine awaiting dusk
showered in tears it cried the rain
Poised dipped in evenings sky
 bitten on the horizon of nigh
So of days no longer warm and bright
Darkness sits waiting for dawn to come undone to just succumb
to being under a thumb
A very unique way
objection I’m tolerant
of most conditions
but to realize in retrospect
one way discussions
progress is my own pace
my decisions tell me in
high order dominant space
its so conflicting to try
to be bound by concept
 
logical impression misguided down to earth
unwished the complicated fear in your eyes
melancholy sense of worth, a sacred blues
 
lingering vapors of overwhelming
desire to entwine in fantasy
is an echo that’s composing,
a heavenly harmony pure ecstasy 
 
well intentioned I lapse and ponder
momentarily silently it rewinds
deeper in my mind, my eyes vacant
yet my emotions on a  journey to define 
a monster of a ride
in absolute patterns
 pixeled before my eyes
 
inside one does realize,
My blood pressure begins to rise
Fragments once whole
Gone to pixels from the lies
 
Only one true answer 
A degree of possibility
That we should embrace 
 
Off into the darkness
With misery you’d run
I’d watch from the forest
Stirred up embers with breeze
But you were in branches
children climbing trees
Sadness enveloped you
 
Washes us to roughened seas
Stirred up embers
That nothing could seize
A very unique way
To pertaining to hurt
 
Removing the fabrics shades
Perfect
The longing is 
To the outburst of sadness
To love and its confines
I’m ever so indecent

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Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

pura’s Poems (54)

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tie your shoe lace 0
the animal inside you is wild 0
The Wall 0
Pressure breakdown 1
Lo and behold Dying Stars 1
Knotted bot heart 0
Tall Dark and Handsome 2
Short 1
Profile the stalker 1
Oh my gosh! 0
New note 0
Confusion is my muse 0
swim 0
Overdrive 0
Electrically charged Instrument 0
courage to stand the pouring rain 1
No one knows 1
Fractal collider 0
Ejected safety gifts 0
Vacancy 0
cold shoulder palm off 0
A hollow log 1
Oh well no where is real 0
What is one to do 0
No don't Bloom 0
stabbered back 0
A flower that won't bloom 1
Was it ever worth it 0
vocal 0
I can look beyond flaws Can you? 1
Stranger Nowadays 1
PAST Grief 0
Lock that door behind you 2
I refuse 2
Only the lonely 0
Emotional Rear View Error! 1
Leaf 0
All to appreciate 2
The Evidence that Proves Truth 0
Who Knows 2
A Memory and a Body 1
Code Red - Distinguishab
le fallacy
0
Deeper Still 1
Sink Or Spin 0
Reality and the Facade 0
ALL SAID AND DONE 1
Chained to natures heart blocker 0
what does it all mean! 0
Filter 0
Dreamer oh Daydreamer 0
does not fit into their world view 0
B sides 1
If I Had A Voice 2
Whatever it takes to never make that mistake, Again. 2