Poetic Trinity

I have no distinct poetic agenda

Upon the earth I wonder,

With a curious mind that can't help but linger 

They birth thoughts that haunt me

That won't let me sleep

Until I spill the beans

Somewhere in my mind I try to hide these meanings and I'm perturbed, 

What if they hurt your feelings.

I spew the guts that finds my lips,

Telling the stories in perfect niche 

A collage of mixed messages 

They find me together, sometimes leave me broken

It's the hardest of things you will ever think

It's passion, truth and beauty.

Coerced into what I call the poetic trinity. 

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