K. Loye... Writing My Thoughts Till My Pencil Thinks

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I hold fast to what I'm held to
I hold to that cause I hold to you
So here, let me hold you
hold on...
 
Heart, break me until I'm broken
And my brokeness breaks others
Until they too are broken
 
But rich in spirit
Feeling your breath
Longing to hear it
And when I want to hear it
My spirits spears it like a fisherman
To become a fisher of men
 
This fresh catch will hit your gills
Until you are thrilled
To be swimming in more holy water
Instead of treading in the ocean..
Where dolphins sing the psalms
Written in the book of potions
 
But it's no wizardry
Wizard of ozz send for me
But the odds of ozz picking me
Are oddly enough odd, you see?
 
My tin-heart brainlessly lost courage
I'm Dorthy, lost, with no slippers
Slipping on the lonely road alone
Monkeys yelling down from below
They bellow out shots
 
Yellow bricks stated ruby red
Fate is twisted and it twisted her
So send me no place but home
Before the next twisted twister...

Written By: K. Loye

Poetry Is An Artform, But Instead Of Paints And Brushes, We Use Words To Paint Pictures In Your Hearts