Chaos and Love .

I closed my eyes to revive. I wake up feeling that my time have arrived. And I begin to realize that life is a balance between our dreams and compromise. I’m watching mother nature rise . I look at a reflection that caught my eyes. She said this could be, a crazy way to die . I took a deep breath to say, we will survive . Mother nature has gave us a big surprise. And everybody takes a glimpse at chaos unwind . I looked at her and I saw how always she was mines . She was stunning and she is love . I hope to be with you up above . I was thinking .. I was thinking we should make way for a place to run and she said I was thinking of a place to make love . For my feelings are strong and willing . I looked out the window and saw no more buildings . She said this will better make for memories. I lost control of my arms . I lean my body after hers . I said I guess I’ll go first . We stepped together as we reversed . We told each other yes love could be worse if we wasn’t together in this frightening weather. We made love to feel all better. Lightening and wind destroyed the building but it nevered destroyed our feelings. Because we was wielding chaos in love.

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i can add words .. poetry in the making .

What they say about me is their views of what may be so true . Poets write often about things we are going through. Putting love in my life is the survival of my dreams . This is why poetry is so extreme you always get to live twice so as it seems. You will understand this as you follow the scenes and read in-between the art of a language that is trying to be seen. Do you know what I mean when I add words and I can add words . It’s a thought of a picture that have a theme by shot and not by quote or something to promote. Just another struggle with hope and so I wrote in what I can see and hear. A few tears to think clear and all of me make up a energetic story to cheer . No more sadness or fear , just a dream that I’ve been near . Poetry in the making is simply pure thought over my heart. I cross it with my soul to keep me on chart with a view of my own head start. I’m just bless to be this sharp and fit in a part of this loving art . I love my friends, I love my kin , and I love the talent ,and skin that God has wrapped me in . Poetry is alive because we all do this no matter what where or when . We often repeat this energy just to send a message of life that will never end .

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poet .

Poet it takes one to know someone. Is it you or me or is it just so much fun . A poet work is always won . Even when it is almost done . That art work in you is sizzling like the sun . This is how we generally run , turbo charge with a clutch touch to cruise automatically. No rules just words putting on moves . A poet is so enlighten and cool . They always bring their own deep part of the pool . And easily put society back into school.

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Happy Poetry Week Notecast .

Hey all thank you for this week . The best thing about being on WordPress is being accepted among professionals and talented artists . This is a beautiful matrix and I am inspired by you. Also by love and life as well moments of happiness. But then it is poetry that keeps me in shape. Everybody or someone wants a 1d of me when I am 3d always. I’m edging up when some people think I’m edgeless . No deep parts . No drop offs . Just plain and flat . I’ll take it and landscape and develop it into my escape. Poetry . And this is what we all do everywhere. Poets are thinkers and creative beings . You and I are the people that make others want to dream while up . Again thanks to all . Also please pray for me as I pray for you because it is power and it is needed.

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happy poetry week .. put your mind off misery.

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Today will be beautiful another chance to receive a blessing or a miracle. I champion the mold over being miserable. I champion the role of being a strong individual. I have my hopes set high on a visual of me going by not just getting by . Not just saying goodbye but standing and staying. Why not put your misery off or even better out. Spiritually it will count and emotionally it will equally amount . Literally victory is always in your hands and that is what life is all about. Discovering unknown mysteries of self and applying it to life and to a bigger cause in society . Put misery off for a variety of reasons. It don’t need a lucky friend like you adding to it negative existence. It is a old form of resistance that never gives you options or a good for instance. Put your mind…

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happy poetry week .. FALT. I Will March.

I come to battle I came to rattle some of your delicate parts. I am here for the reason as similar to your beauty and why you are so smart . I am here to cheer and no need to fear this cavalier . This is just a veneer plot to enter into your thoughts. I will march into your heart and give a motivated charge so you can regard the best of me . I will march into your heart . This is the warfare of art to love . Then we will start to fall for us! Because all lust is a natural trust but I must have more than a thin crust of you . I will march after you to comfort you over all and any points of view. Because I really love you . I been battling for attention as long as I knew of you. Dear my beauty welcome to my duty as your lover so far apart . You will always be my first and last thought . I wish you to carry me on your heart ,you know my face and my pace . You can meet me in the right place. I will march to fulfill a open space . I am your precious ace , your necessary sweet back up just in case . And if you ever wondered.

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happy poetry week.. Back to Patru .

I guess I’m not leaving until I get answers or creative. I think I’ll do both . I won’t give up and no if and or but . I just understand what kind of man I am . I know God has a plan to teach me how to stand. How to use my hands to make the land take to me as if I was sand . I been here for awhile and not once did I hear the sound of life . No music or band. Nor have I seen a gentle woman. Just flatness so vast . I can see earth moon glow in dark gas and here night never pass just me seeing myself in a reflective piece of glass . I wonder and sometimes ask am I now or in the past . Why do I move so fast? And why don’t my shadow try to cast . I guess my darkness came for me at last. But I won’t compass it into me as a path . I rather suffer by understanding math . Understanding of wrath via arts and crafts. I am on my way to answer why I’m drifting with a cool draft. Is this a planet or my aftermath. I am Patrick and I am looking for the truth.

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