BLISSED OUT HIPPIE

Wed, 08/05/2015 - 21:23 -- tyysvg

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45177
United States
39° 26' 44.7936" N, 83° 48' 17.5248" W

Some, like me, define bliss as

winter misty mornings that blanket your path.

And Bon Iver's confusing words harmonize you as

you drive down to the waves, with your nose up in the globes.

"I am not magnificent" 

that chorus humbles you.

Your realize you are so small but you are okay with that.

You sink into the earth, and the blue aches your toes.

You feel everything.

 

Some may describe it as 

roaming the druken sidewalks at 2am

Hormones are ready to take action.

About to take home the flower 

that he picked out in the illuminating bar

which helped her grow.

Wishing the night would never end. 

 

Some find bliss 

on a Monday night ,exhausted from the day's labor,

falling into endless sheet 

with the woman who loves you endlessly 

(even the way you chew your food)

 

People find bliss

every moment

every day

even once in awhile.

In my opinion, 

we make our own bliss 

bliss should be every moment a person breathes.

Find your bliss.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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