i found god's fingerprints scattered through your 8 kinds of light.
smudged and unclear, still a perfect sight to see
when time stands still and your hollow floors carry the weight
of all direction, whispering discovery of our spontaneous order
and clashing fates
two separate worlds, merged into one. you make time seem patient and all
darkness rich in hope as to leave burning suns to breed
a child of wings, a chance to see, that all's not lost even if sin's unclean.
a paradise lost
or yet to be found; silent and unbroken it stares through ones night.
pierces through chambers, by an abundance of sound;
that breaks apart the light
yet still all that their unfinished ears
can hear, is an eternal design of strife.
absence makes it true, until blood rusts the knife!
Aesthetic appreciations
Made available with respect,
Encouraging her to reset
Regrets, with a mediation.
Instead of a deviation,
Compliments, she can not reject,
Are offered without a regret,
Notating alleviations.
Beauty deserves to be noticed!
Envious others choose their views,
Acting out as if with no gist.
Uninhibited beauties, who
Treated right, eyes dry with no mist,
Yearn for a vision of love too.
Gently my thoughts find their places
Through the drums and past dark spaces
An over-thought of panicked races
I close my eyes and count their paces
Alleviations, inner changes
Congregating me in stages
Deprivation of my rages
I count their signs and see the sages
Lighting me with every wisdom
The universe becomes decision
And through my flowing I see visions
The dark and light seek out collision
Every dream that I can measure
Becomes a claim of evil pleasure
But every dream that I can treasure
Cleanses darkness through true weather
Into breaths of deeper meaning
There comes a place that I’m believing
Reaching into further dreaming
The love that fills me knows no deceiving
Even counting back, I’m never leaving
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