jodde taylor Poems

Attracted by fixtures,
of blazing sun, where the willow cried
he placed sweet wild flowers,
in between the corners of ones eye.
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They called them Mad Men,
the voices of verse and rhyme
released into the atmosphere
learning to climb.
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Without you, does love not breath
when I hold you high,
above everything entangled
will the world let us go.
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Flowing toward moonlight
petals fall in vain of
searching secret inspires
translating in a glimpse of a rising eye.
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Here in this sweet stillness,
waiting under the pale moonlight;
Your vision, greets another slumber
all through a wild nights dream.
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Should I frame you,
as you have framed me;
Faraway from anywhere I exist.
Always agreeable, but never comprehensive
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We raised ourselves in brilliance
reflections turning against the sun
shading ourselves, from opening our hearts
but the light came through,
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They assembled themselves
like chairs, like a rounded set of stairs
they're twisting drama
pulling and choking on breaths
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Words laid to dust
there in the corner of your mouth,
falling to floor
did I hear you say goodbye.
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Did your eye's
not pierce mine
finding you there
beneath the lid of my head.
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