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when I look at you
i see an endless universe in your eyes
an infinite unimaginable beauty
that I could touch every day but might never hold
...
I want to show you rainbows
and feel your soft touch on my cheek
when they bring tears to my eyes.
...
Everything is perfect,
and nothing makes sense.
One half-silly smile,
a split second knowing glance
...
The sound of snow......
it is all of these together
or separately
or combined
...
I cannot fathom her consuming essence.
I recognize a silent erosion of my will,
and yet find myself
embracing the totality of my surrender.
...
It rained this morning.
I could have sworn
I saw you dancing
in the puddles
...
will you wait for me
till i can see
the sunlight in my eyes
till the stars shine bright
...
You are fresh cut flowers on the table,
a rain that cools the summer air,
cotton sheets and vanilla candles,
the cotton candy smell of a county fair.
...
Don't give your best or worst to me.
It's wasted.
I no longer wear the words you say.
I felt naked within them anyway.
...
Hers is the only shadow on my wall
I trace her curves with gentle thoughts.
There is just enough light
so that I can know
...
You smiled at me
and I lived a thousand years
in an instant.
The earth itself stopped turning
...
You danced for me.
A hundred silken scarves you wore.
A hundred colors for me to see
as you twirled about the floor.
...
I walked alone
while you waited.
I watched the sunset.
you anticipated.
...
I thought you were the ending
to my final story.
The last chapter I would ever have to read.
I thought your sounds
...
If I promised that the music
would never go away
If I showed you smiles and laughter
when tears got in your way
...
it's not that I'm
afraid
of losing you
there is no reason to explain
...
She’s walking through a ghostly mist
alone beneath night’s glowing disc
midnight denial seems an easy risk
she’s happy in the dark
...
A lonely thought occurred to me
borrowed from lost tragedy
contained within a shielded heart...
destinies dismissed.
...
TP Sage Biography
I write to touch my reader's heart or soul or funny bone or memory or any other part of their corporeal or metaphysical being. At least that is my goal. Please let me know if I was successful. I am older now than Byron and Burns, Keats and Kilmer, Poe and Plath, and Stevenson and Shelly all were when they died but I am 10 years younger than Emily Dickinson when she wrote, 'Because I could not stop for Death'. I'm kinda hoping that means I'm only halfway home. I should probably go ahead and write a few masterpieces pretty soon though....just in case. If you enjoyed something that I wrote, please let me know. If instead you thought my writing to be amateurish or trite or (gasp) mediocre it would waste both of our times for you to tell me. Sadly, it will be impossible for me to accept or validate your vitriol, and I will summarily dismiss your opinion as a symptom of your bitter and unfulfilled life. It's nothing personal. If you are a writer, I would expect nothing but equally strident self preservation. Exceptional writing never exposes a writer's self important ego but exceptional writing cannot be written unless that self important ego exists. Thank you for reading -TP Sage)
The Best Poem Of TP Sage
When I Look At You
when I look at you
i see an endless universe in your eyes
an infinite unimaginable beauty
that I could touch every day but might never hold
in your eyes i feel a consuming loneliness
a soft hunger, a quiet thirst
an invisible erosion that everyday
silently takes more of you away.
Your lips are silent
but they still whisper
the smoldering hiss of desire,
a pulsing cayenne ember of a passion
that will inflame the heart and mind of any man
fortunate enough to taste of their fire.
I sense, about you, the grey aura of loss
a loss of love, a loss of people, a loss of trust, a loss of belief
they do not belong to you, they belong to the past
and if you cling to them,
you will become what they are
a memory...
I hear the music of your beating heart
a cacophony of sound
cleansing laughter and dancing rain,
the pregnant pause of a tear
the startled joy of exclamation
angry rolling thunder
the caressing whisper of dreams
a symphonic, new age, one woman band
with a string section
and i have fallen in love with the composition.
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