Broken Things Sing

Broken trip to the river
where all things wash away.
Return you have to where
all the broken things stay.

Silicon is no valley it is
a permutation a reality see
the broken everywhere
vast is the lasting tragedy.

Hands deliver a torrent
of need to be done now.
Is a crush and touch of the
tip of your tongue say how?

Take yourself away I do same
I escape daily lately I find
that I need temperance stroke
my needle like spine mine.

Smoke fills this room I want
to taste the apple to see again
who has been my enemy and
who has been my only friend.

We could be entwined souls
that know of a place calm in
places we collect thoughts we
could collect them once again.

Us broken things I concede we
are a reflection of the world.
Flower of time concedes beauty
as it becomes finite unfurled.

Innocent love I call it beloved
for I am distant from the pain
that exists in my world friend
I don’t want mine yours same.

3 Comments Add yours

  1. “We could be entwined souls
    that know of a place calm in
    places we collect thoughts we
    could collect them once again.”

    my favorite lines. So good. Beautiful dear poet.

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    1. Jester says:

      Thank you my friend. And I’m no Poet. Lol. Just a dude. But thank you dear. 😊

      Liked by 1 person

      1. I beg to differ 😊 and you’re very welcome!

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