PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I'm floating out in space little childrens eyes succomb to the glow of the light the geometry that has no name fires burning to keep warm fire burning to blast off fires yearning to burn break the mold and incinerate Lofty smiles painted on a clowns face where bereavement and agility once played twitching nose from the diffusion of life common words aligined in the keepsake of tomorrow like two of eight spider pupils black as the center of the sun as we become unwound like crochet string dropped from heavens basket to the cold world below dont cut the string yet its not time to go the soap is different upon this glass crown shineing like humming crystal abstract deco nouveau negative space colliding with colors of love and movement pertinent to the seaworld themes like cloud whales in the sky getting high off delicious fish from the dish of spaceships wishing to be part of the great divide