At times dreams can seem- a bit crude
I’ve seemed to have lived mostly lost
Being adrift, while accepting, unfound
Barely acclimating to my environment
Betwixt gasp and grasp of my own exhales
Living a modicum life of just, temporary
And there come those days, too erratic
It happens, I’m feeling a bit out of place
Akin whirls of winds, in too long of visits
Sometimes at night or in passing storms
I’m uniquely prodded- completely moved
Then, and unexpectedly without notice
The universe changes, without question
So much so, I miss you more than ever
Deep to my own core- my own existence
And yet, I know well we still haven’t met
And yet again, this void- always present
Often, I ask myself how this could be?
And just as often I’m left, perplexed
It’s possible I’m wrong or simply crazy
But my innate feelings- are too real
My unyielding understanding, to alive
My heart, too strong to pretend otherwise
Somehow, some esoteric way, I just know
Dwelling inside all I am, touch, and see to be
You exist, you live, you breathe and believe
Waiting and trusting to find, to love…me
I’m a deep visualizing poet creating particular facets, not only line by line, but even the shades and innuendo's between them; to the point that, I can get so comfortably caught up in my imaginations first imperfect draft that I sometimes just move in to stay there… rhetorical, spelling, grammar, mechanics be damn, nothing in life is that perfect. I don’t need tailor made, I need someone/something to fit well enough that it becomes fashionable for me to wear well. I don’t need to pretend to know everything and I resist pontificating those things I’m well versed in.
I'm just a simple romantic at heart waiting on a perfect storm to completely sweep over me like a gentle fresh dawn. In the meantime, I write meaningful (to me) poetry from my heart and share it here. I tend to approach everyone a friend, until they demonstrate something different. I enjoy having creative exchanges with other like minds artist, writers.
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Whispers of a poet's heart 
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how is this anything to do with abuse?
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