Poems from Butta to Fly

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i never get to finish love poems

begin to end

as the night grows thin

clouds move in

 

all you had to say 

was youd be leaving early

spring lends its memory to tears

as the rain falls

so does my heart

 

this is why i dont write love poems

 

pointless to capture 

emotion to paper

time will forever caper

 

when all is temporary

i claim nothing of tomorrow

 

now is what i stand on

integrity at the soles of my feet

my only promise to keep

 

with Sarah...

 

i let the moment hold me

when cells go dead

and sun seeks to set

 

music, the only company

alone is comforting

then off into my mind

i dream poems

 

sage cleanse the air

fresher to breathe

the easy

of calm nights

echoing cool 

through the room

just in time for

free-lance imagery

free-dome capacity

free-verse creativity

thta flows 

the sentiment leisurely

 

while jazz tunes

undertone Sarah's blues croons

zifandel sips

and candlelit cozy

 

i let the moment

hold me

i know...

 

im not light skin'ded

and my hands aint pretty

my teeth aint straight

and my hair aint long

 

but im strong

as the spirit i shine

 

you say im cool

but aint dating material

youll flirt with my body

but wont share my love

and im certain 

as my soul is warm

 

you have no clue

of the beauty

standing

before you

Wherever you go, COME.iLL