Funkadelic was the rush in hydioglipics of colors.
The acoustic guitar screamed while the idioglipic paint fulfilled the scene.
I was high as a kite and on cloud nine from the ecstasy.
I am a Pop Star.
Come out to see me.
The screech of cords drove the crowd wild.
So colorfully dress they went with the art wall.
The colors of life were the hype no racism in sight.
Everyone enjoying himself or herself this night shouting that the colors
were all right.
The Pop Band sings Fasciae.
The audience careered in their personal space.
The colors of life were appreciating the movements of one nation that
made this happen today.
We delight in knowing we are united in everyday life and a nation that has
built and established a Center of Enjoyment.
We will inform you when it is time for the next party bringing out all colors
of a country as one heartbeat.
Colors of people are the ambient environment.
The energy transfers.
We are one nation under the clouds and amongst the stars.
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PENNED ON JUNE 22, 2014!
Categories:
fasciae, america, anniversary, appreciation, august,
Form: Rhyme
THEME
(If you give me a head start, I bet I win.)
The marathon in life is life experiences, which states if I am given a head start,
I bet I win.
But nirvana does not exist in many communities.
Therefore, you may end up out on a limb trying to keep the focus to overcome
all festered constituents.
Events are episodic exposure to your mental fasciae.
Digest knowledge as wisdom.
If I am given a head start, I know I will win.
I was taught early in life that the key to success is sometimes based on whims.
Being topical and thematic are acumens.
Socio-political this pertains.
Socio-religious is the world one lives in.
If I am given a head start, I strive to ensure success.
Just in knowing that a choice has be given, thrive from the excitement of
becoming a great achiever.
A head start allows the formation of an inner core of body and soul, mind
and spirit.
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Penned on June 05, 2014!
Categories:
fasciae, blessing, change, color, community,
Form: Free verse
We loved without regards to who did not want us together.
We disregarded their threats.
If I could have let go, I surely would have.
Now, I stand looking out the window in sadness.
Will the sun shine again?
It seems like I cannot come in out of the storm.
The rainfall is drowning my emotions.
My mind is with him in his tomb.
This is the saddest love.
Internal visages emerge, miens seen daily via her demeanor.
My life is a mess.
I have lost someone dear through no fault of my own.
I am left without anyone to depend on.
Lord, by your grace, I shall overcome the saddest love.
Depression is a lifelong malaise.
The visual inspiration given shows discontent.
Unhappiness she faces.
Her man’s life has be taken.
She is visiting him in his grave.
The saddest love has fasciae.
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Penned on MAY 13, 2014!
Categories:
fasciae, addiction, depression, devotion, metaphor,
Form: Verse
Leaning by the window, I see countless faces in the crowd,
A milieu of looks grim, tense,relaxing, carefree, head bowed;
Walking swiftly those fasciae of humanity in its varied motions,
The mixed faces, cloaked in stiff guises of varied emotions
Shrouded from themselves, without displaying their craves,
Each imprisoned in their smooth veneers undulating as waves,
There are trances in the façades of those people I had met,
Their visages as empty as the blank canvas, on the easel set~
Killing valuable time, everyone trying their best to look pretty,
All lost in banality,in their yesterdays and tomorrows gritty ....
Unseen, unrecognized being a face-in-the-crowd, anonymous really,
It was not me but with me,just someone else, they’re all alone, finally!!
Categories:
fasciae, metaphor,
Form: Blank verse