SHE WISHED, HE STILL WANTED THINGS AND PEOPLE
THAT WERE UNABTAINABLE. HER WORKS WERE OF THINGS
SOUGHT AFTER BY THOSE WHO COULD AFFORD THEM. SHE ALLOWED THOSE WHO'S WEALTH COULD HAVE THESE THINGS: HINGS THAT
SOME SAW AS PEICES OF ARTISTIC FLARE.
ONCE WHEN A PERSON WHO RENEW'D HIS INTEREST. SAW HER JEWELS
HE ASKED "WHO COULD HAVE POSSIBLIBY CREATED SUCH ON EARTH
IN THE MIND OF A HUMAN" SHE INTERUPED HIM ANWSERING MY MOTHER, THIS TO TRY AND GAIUN HIS ATTENTION, THIS CAUSED THEM TO BE MARRIED, E WHINED-UP SELLING THE PEICE OF ART AS HIS OWN, THAT'S HOW
THEY MADE THEIR MONEY. SHE WOULD CREATE ART ON CEDAR BOARD, AND SHALEAC THE WOODED PRIZE, AND THEN FIND BEAUTIFUL FABRICS AND
WOULD ATTACH THESE FABRICS TO THE EDGES OF THE BOARDS, CREATING A VISION OF REFINED BEAUTY, SAMPLES WERE SENT AROUND THE WORLD, WERE THESE PEICES CAUSED SOME TO WANT. THEIR WANT CAUSED THEM TO BUY. ONE SUCH PEICE IS SAID TO BE THE INSPIRATION OF THE POEM, " BALLETINE" AND THE SONG "dOS' EN DANCE". ONE SAID PEICE CONTAINED AS THE FRAME AN OBOE THAT ENCOMPASSED A WOMAN ON A BEACH IN A PERFECTLY ABTRACTED ORANGE AND BLUE SKY.
IF heart could encompass
The entire love of life
By sight, smell and mouth,
An attack of Heart and Soul
ensues.
Is the fabric of being human too;
and the compass confused!
:: 12-28-2017 ::
like dew on a rose
you encompass me with life-
thirsty for your touch
you satisfy my hunger
long to be near you always
like tides on a beach
you surface me with passion-
pebbles call your name
relief is found when you're near
quench me like droughts in July
like time's sweet hourglass
you drain my heart with desire-
timepiece of fervor
all things splendid come from you
you've become my sand's footprint
July 27th, 2017
You encompass, soft and furiously, the depths within my soul,
With a touch you transfer me, to places I don't even know,
But their vibration is so beautiful, that it's etched within my mind,
For you're the dream now manifest, that I've always hoped to find.
Touch me and the sparks are fireworks in the sky,
Kiss me and the birds sing a precious lullaby,
Anoint me and the passion burns within this heart for you,
Love me, for each time, always is brand new...
All these words are crippled, they cannot hold a light,
To describe my feelings surging when your beauty's in my sight,
But I do know that you also feel my passion emanate,
Its in your smile, and in your kiss, and in this Love that we create....
Love’s an ocean beach it’s house heading one liner for shore
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