Dexsta Ray

Gold Star - 13,337 Points (March 8,1994 -)

I Miss You - Poem by Dexsta Ray

Ask… Ask… Myself this
Ask why, why, you had to go and leave?
Like now…
When I need you, the most
Tie back those Cross
Dreams, the keeping too close
And who am I to try to curse your soul?
Although it burn a hole
And play attention, ways of living, and replay a vision
Talking it to me
Fate to listen, when it hurt the most
Vague decisions
I can only pray to visit, now you on
Since, your legacy has grown now, flesh decease
But the essence of a gold crown, in
In the heavens
Gleam
Nothing that the flesh could see, I vex
Me, expected next
Busting, stretch the meaning, throw
The guns into the wretched
Nets
Absent kakistocracy… under rubble
With key components, that, un-befuddled,
Bleed evil motives, now
Aristocracy
Hear the rumbles, fearless grumbles
A familiar soul, but, without the demons type
Speaking light and understanding
Here, the globe
I miss you, mourn a kindred spirit

Oy….

Time of time
Reminded, lines, a kind assignment, reign
Some disciples, well needed
Failed seasons
Hell teeming, or it seems, webs deep within the heart
A legion, and not the meaning of a demon
Spot the grieving
'Cause it ain't always been swell sailing, a rail
Stopped, left the engine
Off the side of the
Area, across the mountain, falls…
Doubting cause
Zesty
Eh…
No profession, I hope to God, skeletons with scythes
Don't receive the destined
Very scarce…
… like sun grown flowers that's everywhere
Supplications for the all
Thus, embracing better care, never swear
By the heavens
Only prayer, high, and fervent, urban essence
Curved confessions, worth of Questions?
As we rest upon the rock, a slot pulled, and not dropped
Like restitution, water seethes too
O, the order seeds, drew
Lighter sketches, with a sort of green hue, and
Some vinyl present
Makes sense…
If considering the time regression
Melancholy, I'm arrested… trapped by a rune
Accords amputated, choice
Propped, getting me out on free, by her vocals
Like a voice activated door
Lock, of course,
I miss you

Oy…

Flakes of dark matter
Or either ether, bound to space, 'round the way
Down to speak of grounded
Arrowheads…
Laced with something joyous, not coy, it's… flamboyant
A, barrel fed… twigs and lot's of toys
Under bridges
Hot but good enough…
Lately, it ain't been like the same, like painting
When the kindle fades
Looking over old notes, rephrasing
All the bitter
Things…
The riddle, of our nature, no, rhythm, shard displacement
Heart strings, lay connected, but with physic arbitration…
Harken me, towards your harmony…
Darling, salutations
Bleeding
From the spirit world out into the range of people
Larger, looking farther, pass the Forest
Bags of sordid flashbacks, stored as trash, but sort the laughs
Reorient that back
Looking at the light bulb, at times
We used to strive, end like a fight club
In the mind… which then
Subsided so
Apologizing came with a price, a lavish meaning broke
Neither one of us believed it
So the week is
Slow…
Heard, but you can keep it though…
The past don't exists
The present moment will sustain them if they're happy with it
I meant to hold you 'til the grave
But went the road and hit a fang
And the tire did explode, and I was ironed for a moment
But the mire didn't enrobe it so
That showed that it was
Changed
No conclusions… I miss you

Topic(s) of this poem: abstract, death, love


Comments about I Miss You by Dexsta Ray

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (10/25/2015 12:02:00 AM)


    Nice poem with good lines....The present moment will sustain them if they're happy with it
    I meant to hold you 'til the grave
    But went the road and hit a fang
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    Dexsta Ray Dexsta Ray (11/14/2015 9:57:00 AM)

    Thanks for reading! I appreciate the great review!

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