James Crieta Poems

Inclined.
When thoughts were wedding bells
When thoughts were fantastic realities
But lost in mystic wishing wells
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This platform of desire is where I've clung
to echo all of it. Their prying eyes
immobilize this careful, timid tongue
of mine. Unstated words as cold as ice
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Clouds.
It's raining.
I was hidden.
When will you see?
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Be like a diamond shining bright!
Bring souls to life, leave but no one
Beware yourselves, do not lose sight.
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