Cursed with a Blessing

“Cursed with a Blessing”

Illogical Love, I fervidly want you, why, simply because I want to, go where 1 plus 1 doesn’t equal 2, where I can’t seem to view the truth, pupils wide shut, iris searching for a clue, eye drops of Love will make you blind too, stumbling through thoughts of you trying to reach your soul got my sole bruised, will my heel ever heal, can’t you see, like the Caribbean sea, I’m all types of blues, days like these my eyes deluge, don’t you judge me, if you’re not wearing my shoes, baby given the chance I’ll even walk for thee, c’mon, just hop and stand on my feet, we can take bounds and leaps, travel through time in search of the Source of Life like the roots of the Tree, passed the layers of our keep, passed logic and the Angel holding the flaming AK-47 guarding the Garden, your touch is so Spiritual, my illogical Love, I’m lost in you with out a sense of direction, your heart is illusively broad like the 7th Heaven, you’re my curse and my blessing. Selah

A: Pipoetry By: Randy P.

“Cursed with a Blessing” is A Pipoetry by: Randy Pipman (c) Copyright Pipoetry 2014, All Rights Reserved


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