DEEPER ROUTES

make only what one will of words. Take in only what one likes. See only you, the eyes of the beholder. Can give each word exclusive life. thats the beauty behind words, they each bestow unique m

A flame, a spark, from beyond beknown
A ray of pure simplicity
Inner webs fuse, alive,  fit the brief
Shale Passions, clone complexity

Lightly falls and upon softly settles
Worn heart torn shoulders, direct on route
Sceptable emotions, thrive inside
Guiding sight past lies,  to the pit of every truth

Out of the blue, behind brown eyes
A heavy burden born to bare
Weeds of fickle destruction rise
Fumes deepest purple, errupt  evaporate into thin air

Noble aggression modestly quaint
Broard emptiness Tempting the mind
Tasting silence  dimensionals fifth
Every past life reborn more divine

Abrupt nights fall
Into days abduct break
Old soul heeding knowledge erased
Depths of a lonely  heart, mark a darkening  spark
Salty exit wound, illicit dreaming, mares wild nightingale laced

Fire in my belly
Skyrockets fill my eyes
Mere words, an understatment
Meditate the escape, the porthole element loop disguise

Sounds begin to tune back in, Body temp returns to core
Peepers slowly open, just as quickly shutter close
Shallow smile seals her speech, spilling truths to none asleep
Resurrect the faded awe, to those in tune woe reeps.

Author's Note

Take each poem as you will, read only as you like.

Let the words speak to you, listen as they sing a different song for everyone, in ways only they can relate. I feel I write in my own distinct style, Poetic words that speak uniquely on a deeper level. Individual meanings for each individual.
I guess to put it Plainly, what ever YOU make of it, is exactly what your supposed to make of it. (it has a different meaning for everyone ) no right or no wrong perceptions. Only your own perspective matters... No matter what that may be.