this is not a love poem

There Is

There is someone true
If we listen to our heads longing
Before our hearts.
Someone who sees inside ourselves.
Who notices some art within the songs
When the heart can beat
Thud thud...and we grow up
And the mind might sway
Heads and hearts lovingly together.

There is someone
Is all that I can say.
There always is... still
I cannot see him so far.
He seems so many acres shy
Yet he is near and dangerous.
He is not mine you understand
He is all of my fears.
And I dread what he may say to
To these minds younger than his
With all the poverty being raw.
And us not even being beside ourselves.

This is not a poem about love.
This will be a long song.
Along with a slow understanding
Of how we always insist we live today

Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-04-29 at 23:40

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Such people do have a habit of making themselves known when all else seems to have been lost.

Sid Gardner
This is not a poem of love....It is a celebration of truth...