Poetry and Prose
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Setting Sons
Days are never the same anymore. Beach, ocean, deserts, shows, love, paintings, sweet girls, sensitive men, sun bleached curls against bare skin…Always learning, always giving, rarely looking back. Take me to places. Travel wide with me. I’ll be in the corner picking strings. I will listen to the vivid winds splashing all over my unmasked wisdom.Back to the civilization I go unwillingly. I don’t think you’re real. Free are the ways. Free shall be the ways. Speeding, chasing the midday star. Early mornings are easy, light. Indecision feels kind and good spirits are floating freely. A never ending highway of thought. Observing the night sky. Shooting cosmic dust filled guns. Playing in the band. Playing in the bid band, helping each other.Exchanging our knowledge. Celebrating existence. Watching the setting sons. I will spend the whole day driving with you because I love you! I read poetry in your lazy gaze. I could guess every word you’re saying with your eyes. I have no idea what is on your mind. Peachy cheeks, lighter shade of lust, sunny side of eternity.
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