Mr Myst3ry Poet Romanticism

Purple Pedals

Purple Pedals Raining Across Sunset Meadows, 
Rivers Flowing Stoically at the center of God's Mellow,
In the Ashes of the Phoenix lies the essence of what’s within us, 
I carry on Forever More, 
with the Joy of what's in store and for those days of overwhelming sorrow, 
a strong bottle with my brother fellows, 
I ponder at night & day of life's existence the why, what, where, who, & how we've come this distance, 
Why are we from different planets and why, what, where did Earth Form inhabits
My Queen Whispers into my ear, as I fall asleep each Year
She says the three words that men too much withhold. That is The bitter sweet life of a mere mortal, 
until we pass through the unstoppable portal, 
the price we pay to live in this Life will suffice, 
it shall suffice
Purple Pedals, Purple Pedals... 

Written on 9-23-17
J.M.A.

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Andrew Fairchild January 24, 2019 at 6:12 AM Bravo! A VICTORY! Learning to ride a bike is one of my fondest memories. You really captured all the feelings that go along with it. A really fun poem!