The world wavers between chaos and coherence, a paradox I deeply embrace,
I question the architecture of destiny—does it sculpt us, or do we shape it with trembling hands?
Doubt floats like mist over the river, but the current beneath is relentless and determined,
I've seen ruins blooming with wildflowers, silence birthing symphonies from the depths.
I hesitate, analyze, yet I step forward, for I cannot ignore the calling,
Even skepticism cannot deny the silent insistence of flourishing possibility,
Each step an echo of doubt and hope that keeps me in a fragile balance,
A journey weaving fragility with strength, darkness with the first light.
I balance my steps on the thin line of uncertainty surrounding me,
Where ruins become canvases for flowers and symphonies arise from deep silence,
I wonder if we are sculptures of fate or artists of our own ever-changing destiny,
But I continue to move, to dream, to believe in the possibility that whispers beneath doubt.
Allowing life to be
as few see what I see...color
as some are kind as me...compassion
as the ancient truths of trees...wisdom
as I fly with the birds and bees...freedom
as tuning forks sound waves...vibration
as nature has its own tune...frequency
as grace flows like the wind...supernatural
as imagination with paper and a pen...creation.
These ideas are seduction for words as said suction is lucrative/
It frees high fees for reduction when he sped to a junction too seductive/
It’s an additive like a sieve to sift that’s imperative to give/
Bliss will relieve anything negative accepted to live/
Clips of passive aggressive will be inactive to a reflective motive/
It’s so graphic how elastic I am to aghast a trick/
Pits grow as it’s tragic burning plastic that lasts to stick/
Strict flow is magic churning illicit to depict/
Slicked so is this static yearning dim wits to inflict/
His flicked ardent flow fits a tactic to reminisce/
Wicked grants from God sticks this blend of coherence/
My rigid cadence will dance in a trance stance/
A dry cascade spill to prance without instruments/
Fly by or retreat to advance and get out of the sin strum pants/
He’s no treat for a trick or no trick to cop a treat stance/
Ease to a complete foundation found to cease and stop evil plans/
The feat was a defeat as the found foundation reprieves slop and defiled demands.
With my foundation found it’s like 5th down/
A gift of salvation as a second round/
I can’t miss now with all filth drown and my foundation found
COHERENCE
thematic
&authentic
collaboration
created in
a visual
mood
a creative
vision
a sense of
intrigue
in layers
of detailed
texture
for the
curious
emerge
as
multiple
narratives
of
energy
&time
pieced
as a metaphor
emerging
as
a cross to
encapture
feeling
entering &
eventually
rendering
vibrant
figurative
flights of
fancy
scenery
breaking ground
of
the intellect
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
life formulates a lot of coherence
for those who live and feel it intensely,
but it is insensitive to whom
doesn't live it and only denies
its benefits as in nonsense
While bees produce honey that
sweetens life...
Men what do they do..?
salt to salt the world
and gall that bitterness
the existence ...!
Wandering, lost
In the woods, whippoorwills
the crunching of ground
under whispering feet
Trees look the same
while they smile at me
The sky calls my name
in a blur
I am a dream
with an end incomplete
A fresh spring of water
to sip
which never is found
to be relished refreshed
in underground currents
to whir
Sunspots in eyes
in a break cracking light
The sounds of confusion
atrocious
Calming of green
in a bracelet of leaves
I search for a sign
of deliverance
Just when I fall
to impeccable thoughts
of skeletal ribs
for branches
the trees bend their leaves
and sharpen my view
to the wide open path
of coherence...
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