good write

good write

Thank you ️

I know who
you are

a shadow
in an image

god facing
into my soul

but I change
you into a picture
of wet paint

I sing to you
only when you
are far away

I fear you
for you are too real
but not real enough
to hold onto

awesome

I think it's a mixture of original and quoted work.

so true

good write

thank you

I do
not know
beauty

and I
do not know
love

I have
known love

I have
known beauty

yet beauty and love
I do not know

I have heard beauty
called and cooed
over a body
but how
can you say
an angel
is beautiful
and a woman too
is beautiful
when an angel
does not
have a body
and a woman
as now
has a body

so god
what is beauty

is it the call
of the dove

can beauty
even be
an adjective

as to say
harmony is
beautiful

I know god
i know heaven
Iknow you
I know my mother

beauty and love
surrounds me
but I still
see it
through
my eyes

so I do not know
beauty

and I do
not know
love

too many senses
bringing me
way to far
from my spirit

but I will
kneel
in my
broken
humanity

and be in awe
of the beauty
of the love
that surrounds
me

yet I
do not know
beauty

and I
do not
love

how much
can you take
of the good things
baby

how much sunshine
when you need it
pleasure
I'm on a train
on well
traveled
tracks

but now
I have
a rainbow

how many tears
can I hold
for you
baby

how many
cool nights

how many trees
can we grow
in the garden
of eden

how many oasis
of a blue sky
can we
make real

intense

supposed to be
alone in love

in the frayed distance
the bluebirds are not really blue
and the hummingbirds are not really humming

I stand upside down
so I can feel flushed
I crawl into crawl spaces
so I can feel held

I can love you
to love me

I can make you feel
like you want to feel
but my eyes are closed
it’s as if the window
to who you are
is shut

can I dance
when I lead you
into your soul

can the soul
make love

I guess that would be
the journey’s prize

can I finally tell you
I don’t think I can
I can take almost anything
I lost me fear
of anything else
a lifetime ago

but you who
I want forever
I’ll never tell
so sad but true

I can write of love
but to speak the word
to let you know
eludes me

nice write

I want to read this. I love title, but I don't know how.

Nice

no rose
no black rose
no red rose

it reminds me
of words
I've promised
but never did

no roses
please
my sins
are many

there
should be
a box
that I could
never open
for all
my lies
are empty

and for
all my
fake courage
there should be
plants
that I
try to water
but the water
is really fire

it is running

from living
that is my
fear
and who
are my friends
when I hide
no one finds
me

and when I
fly
I'm really
crawling
backards

nice

Thank you.