Tears flow in the abstract.
A smile is ethereal.
Laughter drifts with the eternal soul.
Color and motion pour into my heart like the dreams of God.
Thunderous drums and guitars like crashing waves
Take me to a land without darkness or death.
The world’s most elegant dirty old man
Calls to the one he dreams of.
My spirit is washed clean.
The man with the brush sees the world as it is.
With compassion too strong for earthly life
And beauty as free as the cosmos and precise as a needle.
I witness the wonder and tragedy of all that is or will be.
The light in your eyes sends me to the stratosphere.
Love is an endless melody.
Every note resonant for all time.
Language is a blunt object, a beautiful sledgehammer.
The truest voice that will ever be
Is a feeling echoing through existence.
-Ben Johnson
Poetry
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