K.. K.. Poems

sitting at my desk
wondering what is happening
trying to get a grip
on what is left of reality
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Jazz Man make my day
Soothing sounds
from your saxophone
wrapping me in a warm cocoon
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from within emotions well up
from without tears are on the edge
don't know how to live
when you are not there
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touches so soft
never feeling
touches so long
never ending
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my soul was empty
but it found you
my heart was cold
but was warmed by your touch
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sweet delight sitting in silence
reaching over as you pull away
holding my tongue just inches away
reaching out, laughing as you pull away
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Soaring high

Climbing up
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where are the words
that once came easy
where are the thoughts
that seemed endless
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filling my heart
with cool bliss
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What is there to celebrate
freedoms are washed away
draining into the garbage compactor
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