Rowdy Solomon Poems

I woke up on the wrong
Side of the bed this morning
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My mind is an incubator. It hatches embroys divinely planted into it over a period of time. These embryos are ideas, topics, and experiences that were fed, nurtured and given life through my thoughts. These thoughts become words, carefully constructed and crafted with each syllable having a heartbeat of its own. I speak these words, and they grow arms and legs to position themselves in a precise formation on the piece of paper I stare at with each breath I take forming a new word...
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Soft Jazz bands played on the radio
While I played with strings of her hair
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My darling angel

Oh, how I long for the
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There is an empty space within me..

A black hole it feels like
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Her voice... Oh Her voice...
In choosing God made an excellent choice
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I have been called ugly many a day
I thought that was my new name until the day
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I inhaled a breath of a new air
An aroma that reeked tranquility
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She is just the right flavor for me... sweet
Her lips have a tendency to
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Our fingers intertwined like the hairs upon her head
All tangled and confusing yet so simple
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