Thoughts of a Blue FeatherA Poem by Christian BonoanI am lost though I am with Lost in thoughts or in this view I am scared but somehow not I was confused but not too
I found the rocks of heaven in earth The rocks of the folks who lied and killed The feeling of mutuality and birth Was never there and was never build
The facts of fact, the truth of lies Lies to your bed where you’re always found Though you’re found, your soul cries They cried and yelled, never heard the sound
You are such a fool and a stupid idea They always say, I cried with blood I hear them calling, calling out Sophia Wiped out the blood that causes this flood
The flood of the blood of the bud It was crazy and humiliating and heart tearing Of the day of the sunflower’s birth Was never saw the day’s lighting
We’ll always do the things we did It all happens in my wildest dreams It happens and happens till the day we hid All the sorrows of yesterday’s dreams
The poor old Sophia was the poorest of them all Was lost in the forest of the mind of us It was the forest of the very famous ball Where you can find us all in the midst of hell I was lost in the heart of the bad Then I saw you, you who touches my heart And all the things grew of what I had Then snatches all the bad heart.
But in the manner of the eye Blindness was never the issue of love Though it’s been an issue to say goodbye For the love we saw was the white dove
The love that I love at the most Is the love you tore and shamed on? Now you’re gone like a ghost You’re so cold, it was never enough
The breath I breathe is all Of the one and only you That was living inside the doll Has been your puppet in the sky blue
Blue as the feather of mine Sophia’s kind but such a fool My heart is broken but all is fine But thoughts are not as like my soul. © 2016 Christian BonoanReviews
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