Exquisite Imbellished Brilliance

the salt air permeates my inner thoughts lovingly supports the addage of feelings we grow stronger each day by faith love is the mere essence of our existence we stand as socially wandering wizards through the plains of hate & neglect sorrowful mystery in the pattern of are thoughts a beacon of light to a hurting world of pain what hurts you the most is it out of fear I shed a single tear to numb the inner pain the warm hand of the one who is willing to love shape dreams from your hair child choose the day for the night is far spent in misery of a haunting reality are we getting ready for eternity holding hands in a land of make believe we must be willing to achieve got something up your sleave want to be something in this world of hate call it fate in my humble abode of a Peyton Place so I will continue to walk in the forest of my mind closed from the outside memory of the sublime we render each other the goodness that is due yet have we bitten off far more then we could ever chew life doesn't ever stop for anyone so have your day in the sun heavy brigade of doubts rising up in my mind there are those leaders who are blind the salt air in my window again that deep desire from within reaching out to people to come together getting lost in the sauce of sullen brevity shadows finally turn to a pale whitened grey a humble need to bow the knee to pray light & love