Monday, May 17, 2010

No.9


I wrote this poem while listening to this song.. its called Acapulco.. if u read it with the tempo.. its goes great.. :) my poetry is really paused.. thats why i use the dots.. but whatever.. see if you can read it..

THE DESERT ROSE

the desert rose flows through the unsinkable mind afloat..
surviving scares and crows.. blinding thermal eyes and gasping notes..arose the aroma.. the fine breeze.. the earth's comma..
its painful thorns are forgetful as is the miles apart..
i dont know where it would end so its a tough one to start..
but the desert rose.. the rose of new..the one that the wind blew..
through the leaves, through the ocean skies..
kissed my lips and lingered its goodbyes..
so pure.. so tasteful .. past is within the present but i hardly knew..
and id care for nothing that will promote death to what just brew..
out of nothing.. its just this desert rose..
this rose of light.. that with every thought.. its love id fight..
its powerful yet stupid to follow its footsteps..
but im drawn.. im taken by its painted picture of her beautiful lawn..
were she grew.. on the soil.. the endless grass of green..
the rose that sits the prettiest and as tall ive ever seen..
it seemed so far.. so long cuz yet it has been..
but now this rose is so close i can grasp it..
maybe its too early.. so here ill stay writing to my dismay..
but what i wont do.. is stop breathing you as you lay..
your my desert rose
and ill walk the sand and millions of roads..
just to feel your peddles of gold..

dedicado :)







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