Nightly Disillusion
Free me
Awaken me from
tired darkness within
caged expressions.
The Bars hewn by
iron dreams of previous
hearts decimated
shards of teeth
chattering around possibilities.
of growing infatuation.
I am deterred,
wanting the warmth
of blood flowing from
our sacred vessels.
In the morn
eyes opening in a
salty lake, stinging in memory
the beauty of his
presence breaks the cell
release the fabric
which makes us human.
Grasping my hand, I
cling to his firmly
I suddenly fly with
My Breath,
pounding rhythmically
in time with the metronome
of Life.
My view of Literature: What I write and create, what I read and critique, what I see and hear.
You have entered the realm of a writer.
Welcome to A Writer's Landscape!
You have entered the realm of my mind where words play with the fabric of our existence. This is the map of my imagination: the very foundations of inspiration, musing, and thought splayed for your wandering eyes. Dive deep into the tides of these forces and experience my reality, my fantasy, my world; and if you should be so inclined, share your words with this land.
Peace and Love!
J Hart F
You have entered the realm of my mind where words play with the fabric of our existence. This is the map of my imagination: the very foundations of inspiration, musing, and thought splayed for your wandering eyes. Dive deep into the tides of these forces and experience my reality, my fantasy, my world; and if you should be so inclined, share your words with this land.
Peace and Love!
J Hart F
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