All Encompassing Box
musicismylife78
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technicolor twirled octagon square
patches of light
Darkness flooded with an all encompassing warmth
hands cradle this object that defies parameters
the glass fogs, held too tight
encasing dreams, hopes, desires, fears and love
Its pure, untouched, unblemished, radiant
There it rests, reassuring reminder, saving grace
untouchable, it is you, it is free
Over time, its face is now faded
rusty
jagged feels of sandpaper on an off day
the hands flinch, it flies, flies, flies...
holding shape, then crashing, cracking
its beautiful contours
now only a memory
pieces scatter, millions, billions
tears stream, down and collect on the remnants
of what was your everything
static of tv's catches your eye
as glass and light collide
young screen starlet cries "Who made them the Future?"
The tears hurt
but they numb the razor sharp shards
of glass now cutting deep in your ankles and toes
your entire body sighs and screams
carefree summers and sun that refused to fade
this continued march of death and scarred minds needs to cease
How does one get reborn when there is no future?
I feel I have no future
How does one move on when dreams and desires break
and leave you
with only tears and blood
and unending waters of heart wrenching pain and sorrow
patches of light
Darkness flooded with an all encompassing warmth
hands cradle this object that defies parameters
the glass fogs, held too tight
encasing dreams, hopes, desires, fears and love
Its pure, untouched, unblemished, radiant
There it rests, reassuring reminder, saving grace
untouchable, it is you, it is free
Over time, its face is now faded
rusty
jagged feels of sandpaper on an off day
the hands flinch, it flies, flies, flies...
holding shape, then crashing, cracking
its beautiful contours
now only a memory
pieces scatter, millions, billions
tears stream, down and collect on the remnants
of what was your everything
static of tv's catches your eye
as glass and light collide
young screen starlet cries "Who made them the Future?"
The tears hurt
but they numb the razor sharp shards
of glass now cutting deep in your ankles and toes
your entire body sighs and screams
carefree summers and sun that refused to fade
this continued march of death and scarred minds needs to cease
How does one get reborn when there is no future?
I feel I have no future
How does one move on when dreams and desires break
and leave you
with only tears and blood
and unending waters of heart wrenching pain and sorrow
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your words are in form of something greater than my being
your wisdom and intelligence are graceful
and still sad as well
it is love for me to know its possible to collect your thoughts
in this poem
dreamer in my dream
we got the guns
i love you,but im..............callin out.........callin out