[Rhyminsimon]

There is a time for winning
And a time for letting go
And a time for saying what you mean
For us creatures that do no know

Silky down is soft and nice
And we and us, are nice words
So you write to him, your loyality
And I will sing to the birds

[Soaring Feather]

But I have lost so much to be here....

Stigmata of Tears
oozing from pores
fall from my eyes...
A receiving vessel
isn’t provided...
What do I do with them?

Glamour Fading
It hurt so bad...
one wanted it
i have to give...
i cannot contain it
it will blow me up!
What do I do with it?

I found the frame empty
only wanted to fill it
with color...my own damned
life to sing something other than
the blues, time warped
in shattered shards and shadows
walking in gossamer webs
my mind caught in the
Haunting of boxing with the wind
blowing hard on my face
faceless as you
untouchable north
can I move your south
gather your scattered west and east
as the angel of the seas...
I would hold you
with open arms
and agape love
and

Box with you in the winds...

bentfeather
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