For if life talked to youA Poem by ronThis is most likely my weirdest one yet. I haven’t a clue what any of it means, I just started writing and I had to make myself stop.For
if life talked to you
Count
37 seconds into the song
In
the heat of the day could you breathe, can
you look into the ruby of my life?
Are
the marks on my body, what
your soul dreams of?
And
the sway of who we are, how
it moves us and makes us live.
Bow
stretched, arrow
notched, target
sighted in.
Take
the neckless that hangs around my neck, sing
what others can only feel.
As
the drums beat and ask me questions, I
can only go where the answers never speak, and
my neckless hangs..
On
the hangman’s noose, I
find redemption, on
the full moons light.
Shivers
cut through my shoulder blades, and
down my spine.
Through
my breath I hear your words… take
what you will.
Take
my breath, take
the soul that runs down my shoulder blades.
Look
at the image of what reflects, back
at you in the heat of the mist.
Was
it the sound or the image that moved you, to
take my soul to the end of it all.
Breathe
in and feed out… was
it the soul that took it all?
Or
was it the passion, for
what you could never have?
The
passion died long time ago.
Now
that all is left, are
the whispers of passion.
The
dreams of this song, drifting
into your soul.
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Added on April 1, 2015 Last Updated on April 1, 2015 AuthorronImperial, CAAboutI have been writing on and off or more years than i care to remember. I started writing poetry, than i started a novel (still in the works), now I'm writing a six part short story erotic.. more..Writing
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