tap into air

lost as its own choice

and doubt

as its own keeping

as the front

as its own kisses

and thus as its own original

and ghost as its own sort

and held as its own finding

and task

as its own past

and choice

as the neat

as its own sides

and hope

as its own fallen

and thought

as its own behave

and never as its own being

a flake

Advertisements

About mistermaxxx08

i believe in God first and foremost. i love the blessings of love,life and liberty and creativity. i believe in living a Blessed life and I enjoy encounters and the greatness of so many incredible souls who have united here and i enjoy the creativity and depth. we are all Unique. i welcome comments, questions,conversations and peace and the best to all.
This entry was posted in Poems and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s