So It Is

Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.


The storm she breaks

just to build back up

to where it all began.

Winter melts

so the sun can shine upon

your smile again

my old friend.

A page is ripped

just to be sewn

back together

with this sword

I call a pen.

Come fall beneath

the ink that bleeds

into the being of me.

As above

so it is

far below

in the meaning of those

that I have known.

Again the words

they start to flow

with the love

that slowly grows.

But first I must

bury the evil

in this old bag of bones

before the good

in you

brings me back home.

-Be Love-

Poetic Presence v.16 / 11.28.17

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  1. Nicely written 🙏🏻


  2. Thank you. I appreciate the feedback.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. I like your blog, but especially your music videos. Are you a musician?


  4. I am not a musician. I merely amuse the piano and guitar.


  5. lol, good answer


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