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Poetry and Writings

TATTOOED CARAVANS


TATTOOED CARAVANS

S.JENSEN © 2018

THEY KNOW ENOUGH

TOWARD THEMSELVES

AGAINST THE AURA OF ENERGY

ASCENDING THE PERCH

FROM THE WOODEN STAIRS

CREAKED AND GROANED

THE MUSIC FLOATING IN

MY EARS IN THE MORNING

THEN SOUNDS

OF LOVERS CARRY

AND I SIGH

DESPITE THE PRESUMED

PROTECTION OF THE AMULET

BOUNDARIES SEPARATING

ARE TENDERLY STRAINED

AS TIME PASSES

US BY AND NO

PANG GREATER TO THIS

HEART THEN TO LOVE

AND NOT BE

SO DIPPING MY PEN

TO THE INKWELL

WORDS FLOW TO TELL

A STORY WEAVED

BY MY MIND

BLENDED AND TRADING

THE MASK FOR INK

LONG GONE

I WRITE OF DREAMS

AND WISHES

MAGIC AND LOVERS TRISTS

INCAPABLE OF

EXPRESSING HOW BAD

I MISS AND HOW MUCH

I FEEL WORD LOSE

MEANING AND SPILL OUT

LOST SOMEWHERE

WORTH HEARING

AS WHAT WAS DESIRED

IS DESIRED

LIKE MELTED WAX

PONDERING MY

PUZZLED TEASING TO

HUG, CUDDLE, AND KISS

LOST ON WAVES

AS LETTERS NEVER GET

SENT

AND MY MIND

SAYS WHY I TRY SO HARD

TROUBLES MAKE

ME WONDER

AND I JUST SIT HERE

GOING I CAN’T BE

THE ONLY FOOL IN THIS

FORSAKE EVERYTHING

FOR MY HEART

AS BROKEN AS IT IS

WITH BEST EFFORTS

STILL LOVES

ALL THOUGH MORE

WARREN OF CATACOMBS

RESTING IN THEIR

SPINNING SPOTS

LIKE POTS EMPTY

WALKING OUT THE WEBS

OF DARKNESS THROUGH

THE PEN AND INK

WHERE TORTURED HELL

TRIED TO TAKE ME

AND I LEFT IT THERE

MADDENINGLY IT HOLDS ME

YET I REFUSE IT NOW

NOT CAUSE I DON’T

CARE

BUT JUST DON’T KNOW

NEVER FREEING

THIS LOVE I HOLD

HAS NO OUTLET

BUT WRONG OR RIGHT

MATTERS NOT

I DON’T REGRET

THE FAVORS AND TREASURES

OH TO

ACCIDENTS STRIKE

THEIR POISONOUS POWER

RELEASES AS ALL I HAVE

IS HOPE

IN THIS FULL

DEVASTATING SHEARING

SMASHING FORCE

THAT TOOK ME

DOWN IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE

LIKE EVERYONE ELSE

REMAINS CAPABLE

AS I RECOVER AND HEAL

WHILE WRITING AND WAITING

FOR I ALONE CAN’T DO MUCH

ELSE BUT SHED

THE PERPETUAL GLOOM

WITH A ENDLESS SEA OF LOVE

MEETING THE OCEAN

OF DESIRE CHANGES

FOREVER

OH COLOURS ENRICH THIS SOUL

AND A TRAVELLER’S MODERN

WAGON TO RIDE

INTO THE SUNSET

AS RAIN SEEMS

TO ALWAYS FALL

WITH MY TEARS

CALLING AND CALLING

ENERGY AFTER ENERGY

TO BUILD AND SAVE

AND JUST BE WITHOUT

PAIN GETS ME

THROUGH SOME DAYS

AS SILENCE

CARRIES LIKE

THE WIND IN THE FAN

BLOWING

WHERE ARE MY

TATTOOED CARAVANS

THAT NEVER CAME

TO CARRY ME

WHERE I COULD BE

WANTED TO BE

COULDN'T GET TO

AND NOW ITS SO

LONG AGO

LIKE PAGES OF LETTERS

FALLING TO THE FLOOR

FROM THE BOOKCASE

SCATTERED AND SHATTERED

LIKE GLASS

MY HEART NEEDS

AND ITS DENIED

ALWAYS DENIED.

LOVE

LIGHT

AND LIFE.

YEAH DAMN FOOL

COME KISS ME

SIGH BEFORE I GO DAMN MAD

OUT HERE

ON THIS WINDING ROAD

GOING NOWHERE.


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