JEWELS. HEAD. WHITE. WINDOW.
JEWELS. HEAD. WHITE. WINDOW.
Jewels around the head, white dress in the window. Look but don't stare, for what will others think when shyness becomes too apparent to bear; hearts for eyes, bowing down before lies, sitting up seated for rest in the embrace of those wiser than wise. Be calm, be still, life, what a thrill. Be wise, be still, for what is life but a thrill. Sail forth, calm seas, fresh air, calm breeze; seventy-three, more left to please. The sea, so clear, jewelled head, brown chair; sit down mon frère, for a story awaits for you to hear and for others to share.
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James Green
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WHY DO THEY DO THIS?
Vicious street fighting, why do they do this? A mind a miss through vicious intent lost in the mist. Through the mist what lies but bluer skies, where fields burst green and eyes shine with surprise; a handshake and a nod, maybe a bow through the fog. Why do they do this? Confusion of course, that a mind needs a seed of wisdom, otherwise remorse; for anger breeds contempt which can lead to a fight, but wisdom passed down leads to fighting far from sight. But where to find wisdom, pray tell? Through others, before you, look and listen, for when the time arrives for a decision you won't be an empty shell.
By James Green4 years ago in Poets
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