PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

The places life has taken me seems to be best left muted

each experience burns deeply in my eyes where no visualization can offer replacement



The barriers of time and place offer no comfort in this thinly veiled zone between the living and its compliment



In the clouds I see a soft impression of your childlike face

as I curse myself for being some many words away

so far from the carpenters creation , too far for delivery

the last metal embodiment is now sealed forever in time



are these regrets or simply the progressions of time as they have been allocated

these barriers of the past do not dissipate with the coming of current events



the pillow of red and white roses penetrate deeply forever into my soul

for those things of unity