Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

kite

13 August 2013

kite

 

I’ve held the string tight

running with my ideas

hoping they would fly

But it’s harder than it looks

to get them off of the ground.

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of love

13 August 2013

of love

 

of love, only memories

can be written by me now

what was, or what almost was

is all that remains.

 

of love, I no longer dream

those voices have been silenced

they’ll not call my name again

this side of Heaven.

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return to mystery

13 August 2013

return to mystery

 

I used to wonder, imagine, and ask

’til life taught me to always wear a mask

to simply not care about what I see

I’ve lost the magic and the mystery.

 

I’ve lost the magic and the mystery

the child-like joy of new discoveries

that fascination which held me spellbound

when questions still meant answers could be found,

 

when questions still meant answers could be found

before "because" or "no" were the only sounds

when saying "I don’t know" was not a crime

and when mystery was still worth my time.

 

and when mystery was still worth my time

words sung even if they didn’t rhyme

I wonder if that sense can be restored?

Can I return to what I had before?

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momentarily

13 August 2013

momentarily

 

insects buzzing in time with

traffic on the interstate

drowned out by a passing train

momentarily.

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summerfall

13 August 2013

 

 

summerfall

 

 

 

ripe watermelon

sprinklers on grass

evening bonfires

thunderstorms

 

 

everything changes

much too fast

sometimes.

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simple

13 August 2013

simple

 

I hate the obvious,

those things about myself

that I know I cannot deny.

I can’t avoid them,

nor just ignore them.

I can’t cover them up,

gloss them over,

laugh them off,

or make excuses for them.

I either accept them as-is

or I change them.

It’s always that simple.

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in love with love

13 August 2013

in love with "love"

 

I think I’m in love

with the thought of loving you

see the difference?

It’s a selfish illusion,

that will never satisfy.

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trampled flowers

13 August 2013

 

 

trampled flowers

 

 

you get over it,

sometimes, eventually,

like trampled flowers

your love, offered, rejected

your beauty left to wither.

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