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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I have waited for the New Age--that Tranelike return to my Mediterranean Sundance Always and Forever missing the journey of the Caravansary of old. Hence, Only Time and the touch of the Rio Ancho, its opaque Stratus can yet decide to fulfill, One Mans Dream minus the ill ominus seemingly unfathomable love, the Nuclear Burn, which dissipates its emo ensemble strategically Over the Rainbow, in prevalent Pursuit of Radical Rhapsody, a blended copious temperplate bluegreen Ballad, scorn recipe as follows; 1 part Poetic paste 2 oz Alliteration A primal pinch of impractical chance of a pointless proverb 1 teaspoon of shortsighted ambiguous abeyance Mince neatly,but saute separately mix-fix willy nilly into an unorthodox gell-oness behaviors that incepts deceives all sentimental interpre-tudes lingering indelibly indicating idiosyncratic vs idealistic misnomer bribes of brand xyz sociocides unpenitant prim Blue in Green, Do Whatever You Gotta Do, So It May Secretly Begin, a La Passionaria, sensual trips of undetermined devotions, like that Friday Night in SF, Young and Foolish, our Native Heart doth enamour our faulty prospects, Before It's Time to Say Goodbye, taking that short stroll down to the Silk Road, leading to a, Flight Over Rio, as we embarked from The last train.Both perhaps with Some Wetful Wisdom, a magic touch over ice we kiss Behind the Waterfall, Neptune Fear Not of us of our melting into the mist of The Rainforest, open to the fat Spectrum of all that's conscious clean and coital. if all goes gonadal, our nocturnal emissionary deliveries will see our desires rival that of an Elegant Gypsy, or that of a Lonely Woman, perhaps even Love for Sale; yet another Humpty Dumpty, Emily, Naima----a Sorceress lost in the maze of the Cape Wilderness, unable to Take Five or the One Step myred in the mud When It Rains, ever hoping for Green Grass and High Tides, leaving Piece Peace meal Foot Prints, in lieu of Early Minor fallen hours of keen kind thoughts earning close call becauses of, You really Got Me, Till the End of the Day, as it's a Five O'clock World. When I syncfeel us fettered together in a no return to sender Rhapsody of Fire I am flamenco Da'veed dancing fret fingering in Spain of in reverence of the Rainforest transcending my Spiritual Watermark that gives universal legitimacy to a Gravity of Love.I float on the scent of a Caribbean Blue invisible to the naked absurd masses 20/20 to the Strangely Beautiful waterborn.Nospacesleft.
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