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When she turned to me,I admired what she prefer,
How did it occur?
Obviously,it was items I initially disprefer,
Beautiful latchet bag at my back,
Please hope you've being referred?
Her parent invited me to enjoy with them at the national park,
Eish,something it wasn't deterred,
All this while of preparation,
Marriage was her basic affair,
Annexed before confirmation,
I'm happily agreeing to consolidate with an eminent girl,
Who can define this story?
If there's a sound from a bell,
We've seen light this morning,
But we know darkness had already fell,
That person surely will be your joy,
After you've toiled,
Say it all!
A scurrying wind records
its course in a feverish play
of patterns rushed across
a grassy hill. In the distance,
through folds of grey,
flashing threads
of lightning
weave a ghostly web
strung briefly between the mind
and eye. Rising plumes
of cloud consolidate
and fall as rain.
The storm builds weight
to free itself from
what holds it here,
its furious pull
heaving on the end
of a line as if to force
my fingers to let it go
and plummet downward
like a severed kite
emptied of its rage -
becoming little more
than a flicker
curling up under the edges
of an evening,
as you go on sleeping
far away from it all.
How does one consolidate such great feeling,
Such knowledge, such powerful, almost frightful thought?
Those passionate notions
That I am sudden to see
Unconscious revelations
Making themselves known
How has it then made itself known to me, to you, and all others
And yet, has failed to be seen to the one that truly matters
The one that will make it all better
Does he see it and scoff?
Does she close her ears to the compositions of your life?
I’ve known many deaf to such arts
I will know many more in the years to come
And of course, I am left to see your deep lakes of pains
I get it—I want to be known and plunged into
To be discovered beneath the wailing surface
Into the depths of deeper comprehension
And I want every single drop to matter
To the one that will make it all better
To the one who believes in the purpose of words
I have tried to muster such a brilliance for years,
And more so to recapture your curiosity for my existence
While the natural, bloodless pains seep into every wrong region
Eyes closing with disgust and misinterpretation
Shaming the one and only confidence “a poem” has earned
Could you not even acknowledge at least, my struggle?
Could you not admire the work, the effort, the sweat of futile determination?
Would you dare even drink from it,
From the poison of bitterest truth?
6/25/18
4:00AM
With tendencies towards modes abhorrent, I operate
Hone deterrence to deserved carnal pleasure consolidate
Intentional extension of potential paths provoke
Libidinous grasping of bliss platter's swift revoke
Elysium eviction accepts anguish for apple crisp taste
Impaired paradise jags a vagabond, journey's ardour
Want stimulates striving, stiff splinter of suffered strappado
Harvest achieved after toil has farmer famished
Indebted unto a sliding spiral, subsided vanquish
Sacrilege accounts for devious mortals' imminent waste
Pain prescribed for impiety wraps breath in challenge
Embarrassed to decay, by greedy big ego enchanted
Rid of Eden's pardon, shield of shame, always disgraced
22nd October
Transgressions
Obstruct Heaven
Twenty secretaries found his
Notes interesting. These were
the official words to the
Beginning of a music partnership
that was done for the purpose of
creation and profit. Twenty music
Companies sought a solution
They found it feasible to consolidate
there interest by sharing.
They bought sixty acres of land.
They allowed establish singers and
performers to buy into the project.
They wanted, a opera, country and
western,rythmn and blues, rap, pop,
Folk, comedy, latin, urban, townsmen,
Soul,rock heavy metal,oracstra , gospel,
Traditional, modern,and contemporary
Singers, to build homes there. The singers
Projections were assigned with limited
allotments that cause the creation of
construction.A list of songs,was givinen
A time for a concert established, foodtruck
and rvs rented the space was cleared a concert off grid
Promoted, and the funds were meant to create
the new town. The hopes of eagerness to
Create a new tommorrow for those who sought
New beginnings and newness.The music company
To take the revenue to create a new company, owned by the
Towns people, and the stars who headlined the show.
The new creation to be music for a listening world
to hear.
They would use modular housing to create the
Structure. Mansions, restaurants and theaters
Yet to come.Business minded people who looked to creation as means of exhistance.Seeking, believing and trusting.
An endless spiral of infinite emotions;
First thought of as hell,
But we have differing interpretations.
Because the spirals in your eyes
Are kin to mine,
And the spirals in your cheeks
Are like the rings in a tree;
So beautiful to me.
I find it onerous on the mind
To consolidate my thoughts
And compare you to material things
Because, my dear,
You are beyond the material brain.
You are an entity I'd define as
Pure beauty.
Artistry, and almost a beautiful contrivance,
But far too genuine to be artificial.
You are the artist, the brush, and the canvas,
As if to say,
The maiden, the mother, and the crone.
A being of love, life, and death.
You are the start and the end.
The world and its galaxy.
And to think,
This is just what I see
By looking into the clairvoyant's orbs;
What we might call,
Eyes.
With poetry, open once and for all
the door of perception...
extend the borders,
discover the wilds...
consolidate thought
contemplative diminishing
the value of false illusions...
expand further
the already existing universe,
expanded...
Affirm poetry as
unholy prayer, as
our daily bread...
Forward poetry as
redeemer of peace and
happiness...
I, poet, fisherman
of possible illusions,
defender of truths
of love, I come to declare
my deep affection
for this entity...
The poetry...!