Grains of My Sand

The everlasting presence of elegance Is distributed through the artistry's vein In which creativity flows Never to run dry or begin to drain Because a mind poetically inclined forever brings rain That downpours forevermore Outlined experiences lyrically sane Whether recited or written Words are interweaved in position to birth lyrical precision That started with action of the purest passion Movements from a left to right direction Causes an ******** Released freely on blue lines carefully straightened One on one love making So that the ritual of spiritual cadence is never forsakened Nurtured properly Thoughts caught in times rushing path Crashes against shallow interpretations on a daily occasional Basis is consistent like delivered rays from the mother sun As long as the world has spun Millions of years, through oceans of tears Thousand of miles of smiles Still my quest will have just begun The practice is sacred The dialect is purposely presented naked Full vision of view must be at use Total truth is my language in which I choose to speak to you in Proof no whiskey could bottled Contents of substance no one beast can swallow Only ongoing tomorrows Can withstand The comings from the grains of my sand......