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Blew It

I was going through some old files and I found some poetry I’d written. This one particular piece seems to fit my recent mood so I thought I’d share it with you. It’s called “Blew It.”

A gentle breeze brushes against the edge of your conscience
You relish the warm wind on your maddening mind
A song of revolution wafts through the air
Like a butterfly bent on passionate pollination
You rise on the breeze of beatitudes
Caught between remembrances and forgotten falsehoods
As a changing wind billows through your brain
While you lean against a rail of random wrongdoings
A blast of bold brashness takes you beyond your wildest illusions
Where gods and goddesses yield before your mounting mistral
Flutter beneath your brilliant countenance

An imaginary gale of good providence whisks you away to your distorted destination
But a fierce and howling tempest violently blows heart and soul
Further from your collapsing kingdom
The prevalent wind wounds your will

Blusterous broken bubbles
Devour defective dreams

 

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