The earth has many components
So is a human being
Unwrapping of a sequence
The moon has many faces
So is a lie
Unwrapping of a truth
It is a pattern,
Is it the memorandum?
Being played out
An amazement of characters
Is it the plan?
Being formulated
Eagerness of personalities
It is a norm,
The sea has many entries
So is the mind
Unwrapping of a soul
The ocean has many layers
So is the mountain
Unwrapping of a planet
It is a pattern.
SIGNIFICANT EXPERIMENTS
possible
ornamental
aphorisms
torment
inherent
ordiliness
with
incoherent
apprehensive
conventional
dissonance
problematically
formulated
in
desultory
preoccupations
underlying
undreamed
fungal
possibilities
Books have more words than you
They're well formulated and organized
They don't leave you on a clue
They know what they're going to say
But I don't
I mix up my words
Say things that are incorrect
My sentences seem to fly away like birds
I apologize for my rapidity
I say the first thing on my mind
Never let the other person have last
To much confusion and ragidity
I never seem to say the right thing
When I just listen
People seem to put me under their wing
When words aren't enough
Just stop saying stuff
TRIPTYCH EXPERIENCES
portrayed
surrounded
now
repotoire
recited
recalls
questioning
the formulae
to
stimulate
subjectivity
delicious
luminous
dialogue
in
bizarre
graduated
contrasts
with unbridled
shades
predominantly
prevailing
afresh
in sensitive
hesitant
scenarios
passionate
unreachable
role-play
studies
of
facial
splendour
in
lavish
concept
a
formulated
process
to
conveys
a
quiet relaxed
series
carefully
fronted
emphasis
balanced
precise
awareness
with
vital
counterparts
in
closely
occasioned
devices
INSPIRATION CONFIRMED-:-
seeing
feeling
understanding
integral
conceptions
of BEAUTY AS A YARDSTICK
authentic
integral
displaying
distinguished
motifs
in FIRST & THE FOREMOST
characteristic
vigour
formulated
civil
critiques
He formulated a delicate scheme,
So that he could obtain vital funds
From gullible, if friendly virtual persons
And spend his life in idle, useless pastimes.
In his egregious vanity, he concocted stories.
Thus, he would meditate on pulling strings
Of his listeners' consciences.
Insane in his delirium, he would meditate
His famous tales read newspapers for inspiration,
Send messages to all he judged to be ripe
For a monetary gift to help assuage his need:
Alas, not many took the bait.
Occasionally, someone would send
A miserable donation. Until he found
His haven in an old kindly woman who felt pity
And send him a thousand-dollar gift.
Profound words of thanks ensued.
He was courteous hoping to get more,
Inventing a lack of funds to rent his home.
FICTION?
Love true
Open heart
Soul’s devoted
War surrounds boundaries conflict
Love unchanged
No matter the battle
Love perpetual
Push on
Anguish and destruction ring over our heads
Love now and forever
No matter what
Love is our parachute
War Separation can never transform
The love is defined enchanted
Whether we live or die
Love will prevail in the spirit
Heaven’s flight through it all
Our love has no boundaries
Hearts strong
Kisses steady
Minds sharp
War wounds may take place
Love can never erase
Our love has a following
It was from the very start when romance started
Battlefield, you can’t destroy our love that formulated a solid foundation
The war turmoil
Kiss me now, it could be our last
It is that man
In the shadows
The moon lights up
It is that man
Underneath the sea
The cracking of the sky
The patches of the heart,
Love is felt easily
Feelings are formulated
Maturity takes its place
Truth is rare
Loyalty is tested
Implementation of the strategy
The construction of the heart,
It is that man
Who's heart cannot be found
The movement of the scarcity
It is that man
Who's heart is buried
The rising of a soul
The patches of the heart.
FACTUAL REALITY-:-
remains
equivocably
individual
pointedly
formulated
in AUTONOMOUSLY RARE
verbally
active
argumentative
complex
concepts
then PERCEIVED
normative
binding
motionless
reflected
symptoms
279.
The Volcanic Eruption Communication Model
Volcano, the sender
Pyroclastics, the message
From the inner and under
Explodes the great rage!
Space, the medium
Sky, the receiver
Of this mad pandemonium
Towards up, up, up there!
But touched not directly
The target of utterance
And pyros echoed to thee
With unforestalled exuberance!
-11/16/2014
(Dumarao)
*interprets my formulated Communication Model
Dreaming through the one day
Poet wonder
Words were popping into my head
It was happening from my bed
Sentences were directing the words
The next thing I knew, words and sentences formulated like a Poet
That’s when I knew, I was a Poet full of Impact and inspiration proven
A Poet will always be a Poet being the creator
Mind Leader behind from within
Alpha Interconnect
Many people are Poets, but are afraid to expel
Setting the stage is the now being the present
Emotions unlock
Turning situations and experiences into Word Motion
Sentences like a Tour Excursion
Poet Mission, “Educate, Delight and Intrigue”
Poets maneuver like stars that twinkle at night
Gentle and Tender warmth
Poets walk through spring flowers with the aroma of newness and freshness of their senses
The attention of surprise
Helping readers to realize
Today just an ordinary person
Tomorrow a Poet all along being known in the aftermath.
BEAUTY FORMULATED-:-
timeless
ideals
derived
pure
parallels
of UNFILLABLE LONGING
austere
quintessent
expressed
fundamental
tenets
of INNER VALUED
measured
complicit
identified
unencumbered
complexity
Where toast goes, there’s a following
Toaster to formulate
Dark or light
Butter to enhance
Jelly in sweet
Flavor to savor
Melted Cheese to acquaint
Peanut Butter in skipping style
Spreading taste
Delight in spread
Bite into goodness
Quality of texture
Toast craving hunger
Having no additions unlimited
Toast being know how
Total bite in wow
My Dream within a dream streaming
on foams of creamy passion
in frolic fervent fervour
may touch the desired goal
or may just evaporate.
Yet we can't help to survive
drinking dreamy desires.
My dream within a dream rippling,
propagating dancing
ceaseless in ebb and tide,
sometimes shameful, need to hide !
sometimes sweet, soothing inspiring ,
again some may push me
to abyss of despondency.
Yet my Desirable Dream
is dream of ambition
based on idealism
formulated by truth,
honesty and devotion
along with righteousness.
My Dream within a dream
of positivity
floats free till my last breathe.
I am truthful to my dream
in delighted desired dream.
An Author To Their Work
By Antuan Simmons
The author to their work.
Is like a man or woman to their family.
The pen and pencil is the son they guide to do right.
Guiding to write that first draft.
The keys to the computer is that spouse.
You spend quality time with.
Every punch to the fingers to computer keys.
Is a punch to create that storyline.
The late-night meals and sleepless nights
Is like caring for a daughter.
You miss sleep and but eat in the morning hours.
To fill in the beginning, in between, and end of your book.
Those words on paper is like giving birth.
Because you are putting a creation of literature together.
That comes from the bones, skin, heart, thoughts, and thinking of your mind.
Every formulated image in the story comes from the spirit within you.
The book is your family.
Because sometimes you spend more time creating a literary masterpiece story.
Then you do with your own actual family.
You eat, travel, drive, text, and talk with copies of your beloved book.
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