Patti Masterman Poems

Out of the thinness of the moon's lean crescent,
Love comes creeping, like a thief of planets;
Like windows had vital information for kingdoms,
And a bed were the secret of a spaceships escape.
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We can paint within our thoughts
Otherworldy places
With unexplainable graces,
That live inside our head.
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There's broken stones
in the beings granite;
We've burst through time
past imagined clocks
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I lived life through anothers heart,
But never looked out of their eyes;
But one day truth, the mirror told:
That it was only useless lies.
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If finding emptiness, instead of the world,
And what the world thinks beautiful; worthwhile-
I can't help it if I'm made this way,
Though for some reason, I can barely stay
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The day slips away somehow
While I am busy who knows where;
Clouds bunch up on the horizons
And disperse, barely noted there.
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Like a good Christian, in all my dreams
I practice turning the other cheek-
but awaken, after having killed
anothers soul, in my sleep.
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In this world, everything has an obvious or covert meaning,
In the next world, not so much.

Here we may speak our minds;
There we have no mouth-
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Awake and dreaming one sunlit night,
I dreamed you lived, and knew you died;
Knew I loved you, deep inside-
And hated breath, we breathed in lies.
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Don't listen to the words,
When the face can tell your future;
The slightest touch might lie-
But not the psyches sutures.
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