pure - Blackout Poetry Notes

Supernatural

See life for what it is,
there is supernatural
in simplicity and a pure heart.

The pure soul of an artist
is a mind consumed
and swayed
by love.

Bloom wondrous and real
in the mundane,
roll in the sweetness
of practical and pure.

I am incurably clumsy
with no charm and wit, but I know
my absolute honesty
is pure poetry.

The stars are so
marvelously pure, a secret wonder
of the deep.

You're pining for
pure love,
but
you seem afraid of it.

The pure, transcendent love,
this menagerie
of heaven and flesh
is my beautiful resurrection.

The world's praise, money & love
corrupts the pure.
Maybe one day,
the miracle of humanity
and integrity,
can put us back to
a reasonable life.