complexity
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Sometimes it comes at night. Or first thing in the morning. After I drink tea. Or have sex.
Once it was after the man I loved told me he’d never leave. Then once again when he left anyway.
as I look back at my page
a mess of words
a smattering of double entendres and single-line metaphors
I come to realize that my poetry
is nothing like yours…
Simplicity is complexity at its finest.
Society often overcomplicates the simplest Thoughts, words, and dreams.
“Nothing gold can stay”
“To be, or not to be”
Simple phrases with so much
Within myself, I hold a universe.
Silent. Darkened eternity.
Stars and galaxies seem distant and far
As you naviage the empy planes
And cold and desolate
Planets that may have once held life
There was a documentary on the History channelIt was about how all the gods worshiped throughout all time by all people were the same godHow Zeus was the same as Jupiter, and how Jupiter was Thor and how Thor was Jesus
Mind over matter,
to the mind of matter
to those minds that are complexed,
perplexed.
layer upon layers.
Inception.
My deception
My perception,
my out look on life.
My heart was broken
Neraly Choking
On my own tears
I tried to leave
But you held the key
And after all these years...
I fell hard in love
One Ignored
Lilies do not verbally express their want
For your admiration
But dear, look at her colors, do they not
the rain is pouring
an old man sits on a bench in an open field and looks up at the sky
he reaches for the shovel
he begins to dig
Wile E. on the hunt to capture Roadey
Devising devious schemes
To get you here with me
Backfiring
She's damaged love
Waiting for someone to understand
Brokenhearted
And broken minded
She won't think of complexity
Because that brings up her anxiety
She pretends she perfect
