Hard drawn moments look
To shut me down
When the words are gone
Where is my father
I am loosely tethered
To the life I’m in
When the words are gone
Where is my mother
When The Words Are Gone
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And the tears roar
And the tears roar punches down
Wetlands drenching twists
A muscled foe
Into spirit
Form
Word Spun Fire
This may be not hard this word display
frankly you could say your word spun fire
into oblivion’s vanishing blast.
I owe no lines across borders
none there are but nature’s law’s
wounding humanity.
The page is your world
This may be the most efficient way of writing. Simply put words on a page, and have done with it. This is your page. These are your words. Here, of all places, you need answer to not a soul, living or dead. This is a statement of fact, friend. This, the page, is your world. Doesn’t matter whether others read this or not. I know ache fills you at this. It’s only life, each sentence, word, one movement closer to the end.
Walkin’ whisper dreams
Walk me soft stepping rhythm
Someone sees shifting soft
Times worth knowing
Chanting up the drive
Walkin’ whisper dreams
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Sadness fades early morning’s
Hinting sun blooms shape shifting
Love dancing on the bridge sings
Hope comes rising
Walkin’ whisper dreams
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Deep bass drives soul center true
Treble ripples surface waters
Waves split blue gray white
Spread grains of sand walkers
Walkin’ whisper dreams
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Dreams knocking on distant doors
Where secrets still hidden
Beg for freedom’s freedom
Beyond history’s call I’m
Walkin’ whisper dreams
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Peter S. Kahrmann - Est. 1953 