thank you all for the kind wishes for the hip, i think it is getting better, saw a "professional" about it and i think he fixed it. . .at least i can walk again. . . .
A bouquet of flowers
Sits
In colorful vigil
Over a child with a twisted pelvis
Did the barer of such splendor know
Red carnation
For the inspiration she bestows
Purple iris for the heartache found in separation
And a tulip
The color of dried blood
Just to say that he thinks she is everything
Such are the spells of passion
As carefully selected
From a closing florist at midnight
And left to linger in the wake of higher duties call
To stir the curious sensations of pondering
Between moments of well medicated sleep.
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I await electric soul connection.
A cold sea of blue grey
lay between
I, and the broken angel.
I ride the sea
only the wind making me cry.
The fist of defiance
forges destiny
against the will of Gods.
Man made pain
I strip and tear away
Soul aflame in ideology
I cannot, and will not
live.
My eyes beset on the burning horizon
hair and scarf flowing
in the blood freezing wind.
More tears
one flows into my mouth.
A Detroit winter in destitution
A lover lost in prostitution
Broken hearts hunger for retribution
A lip bite
A smile, a gift from angels.
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It wasn't good for you?
sure as hell made my week.
You take off your clothes, leave the pictures in a very public place.
You be takin your chances.
No apologies,
not from me.
I only wish it was what really could be.
Love,
Me.