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Diamonds instead of razor blades
Ongoing question
passes my mind,
seems to happen
all the time,
rarely is the correct actions
taking place,
is if our minds
where a different race,
the beholders
of the treasures of life,
has the whole universe
in there grasp,
as the most clearest
diamond or pearl
from the bottom of the sea,
not dirty, completely unmarked,
rays of light
sets on there hands,
blues skies
become an immense rainbow,
delighted of there touch,
always soft never ruff,
on hands,
that ever searched pirates treasure,
a form of eternal love
with no measure,
reflection upon waters
In the ocean in eyes,
beauty those who t
he Nile or great canyon
try to mimic,
absolute beauty and delight,
they have diamonds in there hands,
a move of my fingertips,
makes something red
begin to drip,
the floor is marked
as by a painting of Picasso,
with the use of red marks,
within my hands something
not smooth yet ruff,
as a ball of fire
with broken glass,
this brings pain
to body and mind,
rays touch my hands,
only to reflect
dark clouds over head,
tears roll my cheeks,
mix with the red drips,
I too want to feel
the soft form,
replace this sharp metal flesh,
as I try to caress it with love,
always wounds open up,
I yet don’t hold treasure
nor a pearl,
so if you obtain it
why let go,
hold it deep, show the whole world,
you have beauty
that will never grow old,
as I still fight the battles,
with this form,
wanting to form a union with those,
who stand strong
withholding the pain,
they have diamonds on hands,
will we have sharp razor blades,
yet with the ticks of time,
rays of light, our blood will form,
a nice diamond
so we to can warmly hold,
yet we know the essence and pain,
so we will never let go
-che
