Dec 17, 2011

Censorship

As this hardness press my center
bricks arise faster than sinners
occupying our walls of inhales
squishing the laughter in thin air

I replace each one with gentleness
finessing our reflections of happiness
and the windmill spins out of control
grips , begin to fail through heavy loads

In this suppression I squirm for resolve
on grappling knees to you I call
out to a love that is missing in passion
as echoes of heartbreak return in fractions

Rigid you are, tho I have seen
a beautiful flower stem from concrete
my one hope is that you turn the key
and reveal yourself endlessly

jhp©2010-2011

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