Dazibella Dunham


I can feel the rain on my face.
I can feel warth running down my cheeks.
Drops mixing with drops.
Both natural.
Both sad.

I can feel the heart in my chest.
I can feel my muscles running.
Three motions.
Everything works.
Nothing functions.

I can feel the fall i let happen.
I can feel the ground that wounds me.
Blood mixing wih water.
Both flow.
Neither carry me off.

What i dont feel is love.
What i dont feel is faith.
Not in people.
Not in myself.

What i dont feel is a gift.
What i do feel is a passion.
Take lies and give truth.
I dream constant.
I sleep forever.

You live constant.
You stay never.
Ill see you in a dream you live.
And auction off my love left to give.

Poem Submitted: Monday, September 14, 2009

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  • _____________________________________ - (9/14/2009 11:02:00 PM)

    And auction off my love left to give...

    there was a sale in Paradise
    of things precious and rare
    of things that Hermit's tantalize
    with their beauty and flair

    God had put in a great disarray
    the things precious and rare

    and in rubble I saw you
    rummage my purse
    and hungrily put together
    all that was sown

    trembling hand I offered my bid
    God took my hand in His
    and whispered.....
    In some other Paradise in some other

    I collected myself gathered my tears
    and set forth travelling... seeking

    God, sales Paradises....you

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