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Paul robinson - yearning

Photo credits: Paul D Robertson

She licked the brine from her lips

As she spilt the pain of her ordeal

Billows rolled in fury and empathy

As she held a gaze the numb could feel

 ~

She had been a rock since birth

But the ocean lapped against the edges

Until defenses crumbled slowly

Into sediments of self bound pledges

 ~

Currents of the mighty seas conglomerate

Sweeping o’er a path of retaliation

A thirsty barren soul inundated

In a refreshing mix of amity and elation

~

Brilliant blue waves rolled that fateful day

But with a sense of certainty

That she would gaze into his eyes

From then until eternity

Ayasonice

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dreaming

Photo credit: Paul D Robertson

Tranquility in tandem with my thoughts

As I waft into a realm unknown

Where a life convict assumes release

And a plebeian may don a crown

Gravity’s hold is feeble there

Flesh and spirit are much the same

A soul gallivants just anywhere

And no one even needs a plane

Things that life would never grant

Now a guerdon making views expand

So the undiscerning clearly sees

The Deity crafting life, firsthand

That realm in REM will always be

Concocting salve for tear-less eyes

And blistered aching nomads’ feet

Find solace till they greet sunrise

Ayasonice


rest your head

Photo credit: Paul D Robertson

Rest your head upon my shoulder

I will help you oust your fears

We won’t sweep them neath the carpet

With a power vac, they’ll disappear

 –

Rest your head upon my chest

I will help unload your cares

We won’t stack them in the freezer

An oven’s lit, we’ll toss them there

 –

When your fears are gone and cares are charred

Your head will leave its resting place

Then my heart and amiable desires

Will rest with you in faith and grace

*


sitting in mid air

Paul D Robertson art @redbubble.com

Sitting in mid air

Swaying with the cords upon which we hang

In constant motion but not getting anywhere

Gazing into an arena where nightingales once sang

Beguiled by the haze, we toss each earthly care

~

Sitting in mid air

Soaring above a spate of misery

Unleashed upon a darkened sphere below

Reaching hands toward a disc of certainty

That shines a light so serenity will grow

~

Sitting in mid air

Baffled by the pain of calloused palm

Clutching merely onto the fragile strings

A sudden gale purposely disrupts the calm

An awakening that existence often brings

~


blame your green eyes sm.jpg (Paul Robertson.com)

Credit to Paul D Robertson at redbubble.com

A soul in limbo

Grinding enamel and uprooting locks

Bound in the prism of destiny, misfortune hijack sanity

And the former years elope with mirth

Forsaking the love-child of faithfulness

A quirk in the timeline of her existence

~

A soul in limbo

Writhing as grief gropes the bare posture of change

Will her love remain unfeigned

Amid the air of phoniness and frigid hearts?

She gave all from the vaults of virtue

Yet, nothingness was now all she could embrace


Heaving, whirling

The soul astir

Oscillating thoughts and broken voice

Shattering as if it were

A porcelain vessel hammered by choice

***

Assaulting, crippling

The battery of silence

Kindling pleas and bloodshot eyes

Fluttering to dispense

A trickle of pain serenading cries

 ***

Gripping, asphyxiating

The stigma of a last breath

Thieving hearts and tearing holes

Gaping and bereft

A ménage’s pocket robbed of kindred souls

 ***


credits to NutExtrordinaire at http://www.deviantart.com

A fission of leisure and strife

Reflected from splinters of life

Shattered soul symbolize

But a resilient slivered will

Fist, doubled still

Life oozing through her veins

Face grimaced and stained

Canst the shards deflect her pain?

Within this restless hour

Dost a mirror monopolize pow’r?

When will the warfare end?

How will she break the trend?

No reflection, no despair

Gaze, constant, in the air

Soul-seeking, deep inside

A standard, redefined



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