For Freedom! ! ! ! Poem by Poetheart Morgan

Oh! when the sky is blue
? ? ? ? ?
OH, no! When the blue is sky!
certainly
and all i can see is a brief pallet of your eyes
that is right?


my words stumbled over me
i have no time to review
just a sound to compose
inexorable, just flow out of me
and a cry so hidden just explodes

like a cry must be
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

and they proclaim
that scandalous words
that imperfect rhymes

i see the smoke that burning
or
burning a green smoke? ? ?

even when i envy
a perfect writing
Never i will be the spirit of poetry
to write one
~A Bay of Dismay~
or
Never i could say

'Looking for a break in the clouds
A glimmer of blue sky
Rain so loud
It's covers a maidens sigh'

from a dark, very dark 'Tower of Souls'

even use the 'thee'
so precious to me
is hard

But i know on my strange way
how to say

~I will you pleasure all night
even if you are gloom
and sustained my place inside me
awake
burning ~alone ~when you are not~


i learn, but my cynical element of soul
on the edge of madness way
is stronger than me
and i spit, and i kiss and i bend over
sometimes i have shame
Who am I?
And i study and try

I promises to me
no, no, no.
but a wave of the rebellion crawls over me
like a man have to do on a body woman
if the desires takes a long to come
and there i go

drowned in my own words
but
i am not alone
with the grammar in one hand
and the poetry on my hearts sea chart
or it could be
in the map of my heart? ? ? ?