What if a fist was a hug, would it hurt at all when we’re punched by love, would that one moment stand out in our hearts like a red kiss on the wing of a dove, above I tossed my hope, as I cast my vote for freedom of mind, body and soul, I wish I was bold enough to not let my integrity be bought and sold, let it be told to the highest bidder that tears fall when love itself pulls the trigger, bang bang point blank at close range, then familiar faces become estranged, yet, I’m willing to let our water flow on these sharp rocks–hoping for change, in time our rugged edges might become smooth as a reiki stone, just like your soft skin tone, I smile when I hear that song, smell the sheets that we made sweet love on, to pieces I was blown by your dynamite touch, what if a hug was a fist gripping on a rose stem, shouldn’t I protect myself by shedding a little blood if you squeeze too hard and try to pluck me up out of my element, what if… Selah.
A: Pipoetry By: Randy P.
“What If…” is A Pipoetry by: Randy Pipman (c) Copyright Pipoetry 2013, All Rights Reserved
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I’m Pharaoh Pip, I'm a syndicated blogger for Witish. I’ve been writing pretty much all of my Life, everywhere that I've gone, all that I’ve seen, things that I’ve heard, things that I've experienced, felt and thought of--all goes in to my writing process. I’m constantly writing and jotting down ideas & concepts in my head, a lot of that data is stored for long periods of time before they ever turn into rhythmic words in a sentence. Therefore the process of writing is always therapeutic for me; to get those things off of my chest into existence is like sharing my WiFi connection with you, that’s why my writings are somewhat all over the place subject matter wise. I don’t consider myself the quote end quote this type of writer, that only writes this type of way, I just like to write from the heart. What ever God puts on my Spirit the heaviest, I write about. Selah