It's in the deep words of poetry
That I lay my heart transparently
If a line should pertain to you
It is only so because it's true
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A beautiful soul, you'd reach for her heart
Daring you, to be you, to be real from the start
Another smile away for I gazed on her sight
Nothing is more cool like that girl full of light
...
I ain't scared!
But I just must write, in fact, I'm overwhelmed
And I'm not tripping!
If you must know, this feeling's not mutual, a bit tipsy.
...
What would you call it?
That revives, ignites and shows you a call-in
Or paths, words, vibes or feeling
...
It was like the finest atmosphere
But the scene was daft
I could tell something was unclear
'Cause we never talked and laughed
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In shadows cast by hunger's plight
A world unseen, a silent fight
In the depths of need, love did hide
I hear in barren lands dreams collide
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Another beautiful day to move on
Did I realize the feeling, someday be bygone?
Again we pick up the pieces
Never letting gloom unease our peaces
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We're going in circles, one after another
I know she's poison, still I care for another
You say the bottle is charming
That love is in sharing
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Once upon a time
In the years of my youth
I met that which was sublime
Submissive and sooth
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Between who I am and who I am to be,
There's a silent pull, a grace I see
A rhythm held in the greatness I seek,
Where faith whispers softly, steady and meek.
...
Here we go again
Let me put it down like I'm in a hurry
With your heart, feel your soul and pertain
Critic's view is blurry
...
Skai Reborn was the whisper—The MeekKnight is the echo. A poet with military mind, an old soul in love with words that find a way to commune with the heart.)
Deep Words Of Poetry
It's in the deep words of poetry
That I lay my heart transparently
If a line should pertain to you
It is only so because it's true
Like that angel in her space
Roaming my heart without a trace.
But these deep words of poetry
Have become burdens I lift frequently
Say if I'm ever lost in the thought of you
Be sure I will have to write of you
Like this angel in her space
Roaming my heart without a trace.
If true art is revolutionary And being artful depicts intelligence and extraordinary, Then the poetry quotient of us all Is invariably, in the rebellious side of us all.