Open Poetry #32 |
The American poet |
mrmojorisin5908 Member
since 2004-05-03
Posts 103Colorado |
Freedom from what we start Coming from a perfect one With a heart as gold as art Coming down, the shades are low Glow, become one above Far arise, be crystallized Home away from home Alone, go, be gone away Guilty from Mr. One Within Great, as long as the sound performs Trials of yesterday echo in my head Gone to be my one love A line of leafs of foreign green One love above one Rocking with Mr. Risin’, one within Down at the Go Go we talked Talked about art, the heart, and the end Come to me in the city of life Soared away by the moonlight drive Crammed, is one so deep? Crying away our sins of yesterday No, no get away they’ll never go Andrew A. |
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majnu
since 2002-10-13
Posts 1088SF Bay Area |
a hell of a title. interesting poem but somewhat disconnected. -majnu |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Seems like scattered lines of thought. I really enjoyed this. Thank you. |
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mrmojorisin5908 Member
since 2004-05-03
Posts 103Colorado |
It's dedicated to a certain poet. I'll let you guess who it is (There are clues within the art) Andrew A. |
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