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My eyes wander across the lush and subtle valleys that embrace the creases in her smiling eyes.
Illuminated with a connecting glance,
fires of eternal genetics can not easily be subdued by reason...nor put a far by persecution.
The nervous tension could not possibly be a figment of my own anxiety.
Based off of thoughts about failure from inherit design,
I have broken too many promises already.
The folding pedals of silk embraces have withered in my attention,
My care and desire to place delicate offerings of faith,
replaced by a greed and desire for self gratification.
I have been stricken
Stricken down by the idea of who I am,
And the promises I can keep.
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The day’s beginning is a special gift.
Given over a life’s eternity,
One can’t help but feel the daily change.
How often we stay into the evening. An attempt to hold
Onto the feelings of joy and elation,
That made our day so emphatically special.
Are not the future possibilities also special?
That we dream of yet other gifts,
gifts of such thought, that might also inspire elation
From giver and receiver for all eternity.
Constantly close to both, holding,
As if to say, “Don’t Ever Change.”
Does growth not require change?
Should not that change be also special?
Only if you have forgotten about holding,
The longing embrace of previous gifts,
One that requires attention for all eternity,
fueling existential feelings of elation.
Even when intentionally forgotten, holding
On to the recipient, despite elation.
At one point, this internal agony was a gift.
What could ever make this change?
This gift that could never be more special.
Now it has changed for eternity.
The re-direct of energy through eternity,
The loss of love’s forever embrace.
Love, making pain beautifully special.
Will there ever be elation?
Maybe if we only change
The way we exchange special gifts.
Our future’s eternity might fill with elation
From holding the exchange
Of something special,
… the mere appreciation of a gift..
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The cold wind blowing
Across shadowed timber beams
Death becomes open-space.
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Cold commercial relics of industrial production;
As if production could harness the complex origin of pre-classic contemporaries.
Master’s of earthly arts and masonry,
Their blood and fears culminating in celestial creations of historic proportions;
Over vastly constricting landscapes.
I send phalanges of lost connection,
Deep past the ordinary boundaries of normal paths.
The sandy soil nourishes my calloused souls.
At night it soothes and refreshes the canyons between cracked and missing digits.
Frogs echo through the expansive night sky.
Resonating between the stars, and returning in an extremely complex yet simple pattern,
their message is sent.
Louder with each chirp and bellow, subtle patterns illuminate the differences in each response.
The spring has come.
Time to refresh the foot’s connection with continual movement.
Let your bellow dig deep to the soil of space’s horizons,
And return rooted in the rhythm of earth’s timing.
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As the line’s listless structure leapt into attentive control;
It’s purpose for existence instantly acknowledged.
The double-tapered weight-forward shooting line’s condensation,
Informed of its instant transformation,
Leaps to the water’s corresponding constitution,
Each droplet acting as spherical asteroids of deception on the current’s rippling surface.
Instantly, a silent connection has arisen.
One derived out of technology,
Entombed in the cosmology of the seasons,
Originating before explorations in genetics.
Taking solice in a meal of two moons,
How could one resist this temptuos delight?
Emerging with swarms of life; Analgous in size, shape, and color,
Cleaverly disguised in the guile of organic structure.
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Spiral tendancies
Growing towards heaven's blanket
Bad lands survivor
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Every layer amassed vertically on the previous
Quintessentially abdicated from the next’s cornerstone
Upward from yet another illuminated chlorophyll-filled vascular vessel
Inspiring the growth of the next generation
Seemingly taxed at consecutive intervals
Each layer recedes like roman pilasters.
Tolling delicately to not topple the tower
Umbilical to existence,
Mother of creation is left on top.
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Over long winter hours
Feeling angst about the enduring absence of a pleasant stasis,
The ninja like treachery of nature, camouflaged in the subtly sweet aroma of hyacinth and spring dew, sneaks past the awaiting anticipation of discomfort.
How long has it been since Nature’s sweet halter was again shown,
Torturing lost companions with its overbearing presence?
The relinquished thoughts and plans replaced. Uncomfertability, tension, and a sense of impuissance take hold of all decisions and actions.
A pill for such things causes more than dry mouth and hot flashes. The treatment has been known as the cause in many a heart’s aches and sudden collapses.
Pharmacopeia fails to vitiate the limerance of one’s soul for the unattainable warmth of spring’s wrath.
Once again, winter is preferred over possible allergic reactions.
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Like waves of eternity on endless sandy mindscapes,
Hypnotic patterns of thought create continuous swirls
Amidst the cerebral anemones and sunken debris
Of previous, failed, explorative conquests.
Thoughts louder than the static from space,
Patterns of fractal creation,
Crashing in smaller evenly spaced dissipation, resulting in a slight buzz.
Space static coercing modern radios like the collision of chemicals in the synaptic cleft,
Similar to the oxymoronic process that can direct meditation consciously,
and transmit a clearer message for the conduit.
Out of continual eternity; a series of repetitions.
Thought created to hypnotize the soul on a search for alternate planetary wavelengths.
Relaxed for reception of beneficial future transmissions,
Knee deep in the tide of time,
And collapsing into the hammock of the cosmos,
like a star exhausted of it’s energy.
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Anger; Frustration.
Aimed at me, when it’s really misplaced and
Should be directed inward for introspection
Don’t reject the possibility of your own negative effect.
For your angst and desire to cut,
Past all you insecurities,
I can see you are hurting. Certainly!
How could you not, with all the apparent physicality
It is your spirit that is sacrificed, in actuality,
When your decision to stay becomes their reality.
At least do it for your children!
Your complaisant view of separation and departure,
deteriorates beyond the sanctity of mother.
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