If you could listen

-Buru-
Santa Barbara, CA Posts: 1,292
I don't think I have posted this one here, hope you like it
If you could believe these words,
See them as a sunset
Bleeding over floors,
Feel them orange existence
And light walls,
Understand they reach
And grope to home a thought,
So easily you'd realize
They know no boundaries
No end… No code.
They breathe in colors
And paint the tree you hide upon
They hue the leaves that hold your hope
They root the very existence
Of your thought
If you could listen
Then you would smile
And common the sense
Grown cold and hard
If you could listen
You would understand
The love in words,
The loving held
If you could listen,
I know you'd smile.
If you could believe these words,
See them as a sunset
Bleeding over floors,
Feel them orange existence
And light walls,
Understand they reach
And grope to home a thought,
So easily you'd realize
They know no boundaries
No end… No code.
They breathe in colors
And paint the tree you hide upon
They hue the leaves that hold your hope
They root the very existence
Of your thought
If you could listen
Then you would smile
And common the sense
Grown cold and hard
If you could listen
You would understand
The love in words,
The loving held
If you could listen,
I know you'd smile.
I am just a dreamer, but you are just a dream...
If I knew where it was I would take you there.
If I knew where it was I would take you there.
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Buru, I like the warmth in this one!&&&&&&&&&&&&&&0
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cheers from Greece to Argentina!!!i love that one chika!!!"...Dimitri...He talks to me...'.."The Ghost of Greece..".
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”0 -
thanks justam and dimitri
I am glad you feel the warmth in that one, it is what I was aiming for.I am just a dreamer, but you are just a dream...
If I knew where it was I would take you there.0 -
It paints a hopeful picture in my mind... Well done and thanks for posting it.0
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thank you
i like itfor poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce0 -
it is not often i post a hopeful sort of cheery poem (so make the most of it haha)I am just a dreamer, but you are just a dream...
If I knew where it was I would take you there.0 -
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