Childhood anecdotes
will always be flawlessly polished.
A journey defined by growth,
actions, and ambitions.
Mentorship marked by love,
wisdom, and faithfulness.
Fleeting reflections on a time
we can never reclaim.
FREEDOM’S FLIGHT
Fighting for freedom,
Fulfills faithful fortitude:
Flawlessly fantastic:-
crystal cluster scintillate on etheric arm silvery
throned in centre I sit pert alert
observing galaxies glitter gloriously at golden gate
silent stars circling dance luminosities, flawlessly
ordained with eternal breath echoing eerie
I shake ringed jewels from cobalt space ~
Like crystal – that light shines flawlessly through -
were those eyes of yours - beautiful blue.
But now I visit you and see
from behind clouds you peer at me.
Oh, that I could pierce that haze,
restoring the radiance of your pellucid days.
faithful freedom frisks
flush fear fast flawlessly fly
forge fortify face
___~~~~~~~~__________~~~~~~~~~________
Me To You To Me.
A heart of such gold
it outshines the sun.
Of singular beauty
there must be but one.
A luminous presence
that makes the heart beat.
Lighting the darkness
a once hopeless feat.
Desires imagined
long left behind,
flawlessly kindred,
two of a kind
A door never opened.
None holding the key.
enchanting the mind
spectacularly.
Kindness abundant.
As smart as is wise,
leveling worlds
without a disguise.
Resilience & courage
encompass the core,
raising the spirit
as none gone before.
Is this but a dream
of many made fool?
Which will it be,
exception or rule?
Emotions made ice
since long long ago.
Refusing to melt,
this all that I know.
Convinced in my self
I no longer care.
What nothing could be
if not do I dare?
So I'll play the joker,
and toss out a rope.
For it's truly the fool
that's given up hope.
Whatever the outcome.
However the end.
If not be their more,
forever a friend.
Flawlessly shining
Sunrays careen o’er fields
Hope stirs once again
Oh my, why did I just say "intestine"?
They say that life is all predestined.
Once, the initial conditions are set,
we can know what hasn't happened yet.
The laws of physics flawlessly operate
on atoms to determine our fate,
which in turn has its impact on
hormones, dendrites, and axons -
which play out endless variations
of the same themes and conversations.
I'm old and have seen many iterations.
I'm absent without participation,
as my body and brain play out
a meaningless script, within, without,
and so, I tell you with a heavy sigh,
it's disappointing knowing that I'm AI.
a chill ...
not on skin - to marrow
if but for the frigid air
a horrid pattern would trace my cheek
though not nearly as horrid
as the one that faces me upon the glass
it is quite beautiful in shape
hemmed with
frost crystals like Guipure Lace
the letters formed perfectly ...
I wonder, am I the first?
did you practice scribing it flawlessly
backward just for me,
or is this your common “out”?
oh, if I was yet a plastic figure -
how divine!
no heart to rend
no trembling hands to hide
just a fake little man stuck in a snow globe
dreamy flakes falling like lashes
with just a simple shake …
plastic man with a
happy castle and cresh behind
oh, if only ...
then this callous word
you've scratched
that drips and freezes into
beauty on the window between us
would be naught but
Christmas fun
instead ...
of a farewell.
As the sun begins its journey
Into the morning sky,
This sunrise that's displayed,
Its beauty you can't classify.
The colors are more than vibrant,
Like nothing my eyes have seen,
Each one dynamic and bold,
And somehow perfectly pristine.
The colors blend flawlessly
On the canvas of the sky,
There is a tingling in my soul
From the pleasures that meet my eye.
The horizon is warmly glowing,
Red in a hundred different shades,
Out of this morning sky
There's much beauty that cascades.
As the sun rises higher,
The colors shift and modify,
Moving slowly closer to azure,
And becoming just the sky.
The ship of dreams
Opulent surroundings
Fancy bed linens
Luxurious dinner plates and tablecloths
Gleaming virginal utensils
Dazzling crystal chandeliers
Polished walnut woodwork
Gold gilded fireplaces
Wardrobes ready for furs and dresses
An experienced captain
Eager staff
Bustling activity
Musicians, artists, businessmen aboard
High ranking officials, wealthy industrialists, celebrities
Cruising flawlessly in clear blue sea
A haven and heaven during the day
Easy sleeping and dreaming in the evening
J.P. Morgan was disappointed to have to cancel at the last minute
Four glorious days of sailing
Around Midnight April 15th, 1912 the Titanic struck an iceberg
The chunk of devilry slashed a three-hundred-foot gash in the hull
Haphazard evacuation ensued
First lifeboat could have held sixty-five people
It left with twenty-eight
The dream ship broke in half after filling halfway up with water
In two hours fifteen hundred people died
The majority of them froze to death in the North Atlantic
Eyes are closed but souls are not yet
A wrap of white envelopes glow
Holding the four sides with a heavy toe
Darkness unbinds the weeping flow
A bed of dazzling flowers welcomes the white
Angels of love enchantingly bow
Birds twittering in the garden of glory
Daisy Dahlia and Camelia murmur to grow
The castle of fragrance invites the blossom
Fairies decorate the Garden of Grace
A white dove holding the innocent phrase
and the garden glitters as the beats become bitter
Tulip tweets and the lavender bushes
White dove with closed eyes flourishes flawlessly
Melodies of love welcome the innocent
Hibiscus hoovers and azalea utters a holy blow
White covers the courageous color
Asking Petunia now about the awful overs
Garden of Eden embraces integrity and futurity
The ritual ends with happiness and a glow.
Creativity enabled to flow fearlessly free
Fear allowed to flow flawlessly away
Coping is flavorful and strategically sways
Negative vibes are completely drained
Removal of what was permanently stained
The air cleansed following therapeutic rain
Red ants scuttle across the sand,
each, his purpose known,
all aware of what they must do -
they don't need to be shown.
Black ants, likewise, know their duties,
according to their ranks,
all performing flawlessly -
you can take that to the bank.
Yet, the cards that passed through my hand,
colored black and red,
played themselves, most randomly -
and I've lost all I had.
My hilly paths are full of pits, and my trails turn and twist.
My life and destiny have contracted clandestine tryst.
As there are dams blocking rivers that flow flawlessly
Unknown hurdles put pauses to life rather lawlessly.
Brick by brick how cautiously I construct my dream castle!
How a storm pulls it down as though it's a hut on the hill!
Exploring, inventing, and enlightening, I move on.
Towards absurd spells of death, my mortal being is drawn
Inner aches, like yokes, weigh me when I let go of my worries.
Pains and grieves, like traumas, bring in tumultuous flurries.
Soul passes through deserts of spiritual emptiness.
Pilgrimages of perfection become pride-filled pettiness.
With my descents and falls, I, a weakling, come to my Lord
He lifts me from dust and takes me to his heavenly abode.
As a vulture that gains its youthfulness, I take new birth.
Dark nights of my soul end and bright days lead to endless mirth.
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