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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Where Love Has Never Gone Before ...the legacy of a poet... A man is not a man until his love becomes idolatrously immense Since time began, his love eagerly evolved with his ideal intense Now in suspended animation, his love spirally stagers in suspense Within his venal violation, the Angels will deliberate in his defense I, a simple poetic voice, shall take love thru the divergence of mind Upon its choice, the viral verses shall reach the calamitous confined Be love a black hole, or be it a quintessent quasar an astral aligned Take a journey of soul, as love elaborates the embryonal of remind Welcome to love’s eternal eclipse, where reflections of reality reminisce Realms of refractiles in bliss as the Supernovae combust in a chaotic kiss Words of love through dimensional drift of hellion holes and heavens lift Descending with love in a demons shift ascending admits a seraph’s swift Phasing thru portals of terrestrial time, beams of light of maximum prime Exploiting love, a new paradigm, celestial symphonies’ in chambers chime As love exponentially expands, touching multi-verses and lachrymal lands Within the frozen fires, it withstands, landing upon seraphical sacred sands The voices of love must be heard, of heavens and hells the winding word Be it in the solitudes forever blurred, or melodic musicals of the songbird For now, it silently sails in morning view, nestled of night by natures crew Thus it is time to bid adieu, by the one word that has brought me to you. June.20.2018 My Muse, Mortal Sponsored by: Gregory R Barden
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