Wound those buried
with the toothed crack
of sky. A thread
of buttercup cream
tinted silver
rips the alpine
cottony edges.
A biscupid fuse
pushes the cerise
stream through the veins,
its navigation
nourished by
sweet citrus heavens;
wash of Summers,
green leaves, gardens. Lust
flush like a silk shawl
embroidered
with a pearly flame.
The storm lambastes
sunlight colored
windows that cast
an embrace into
our wintered dusk,
beryl tones of which
absorb the shaded
portrait of loss.
Zoetic flags drowned.
I am looking for a way out.
I have been on the battlefield for too long now.
To see what my efforts are worth,
I escalate to seek progress profound.
However, I have gain insight along with a philosophical mind that is overpowering.
Therefore, I must reflect to share with others that may be in the same aura.
A tenet that is intense is that I must procrastinate fate -
Take my time to prefect a greater way.
Walk in stride of belief that
Let the people see
That the cause has evolve
To a grandeur source.
I am looking for a way out.
I want to embrace the knowledge found.
A new world discovered
New ideas uncovered
Treading in confidence because I have earn this self-image.
Therefore, I can see my own reflection.
A precept that has formed is that creation is done through acumen.
Dictum and aphorism are the rules of thumb.
Augmentation lambastes to strengthen the home front.
My eyes are in the sky!
When are yawl going to start partying in the streets -
When I am homeless on a bench or when I am no longer here?
Peace be unto you!
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Scribe July 25, 2015!
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