How does one build their own world?
Where one can dance and frolic, skip and twirl
From imagination to reality can be a treacherous road
But with ease on this path, your seeds of creation are sowed
From your your fingers, like roots, your image is grown
But for your ideas to be sculpted your thoughts must be thrown
Upon your wheel to steer you home
From the first rays of dawn to the dusk of gloam
From the earth it's structure and the water it's bond
The final product, oh so fair and fond
The air feeds the fire that seals its permanence
Engraved with your waves of exquisite ornateness
The beauty you've birthed, unparalleled only to yours
A testimony to how high your talent can sore
But once you have finished sculpting your world
You must begin on a universe where it can be your pearl
Alligator alley always answers
Bringing bulbous batches of bubbles
Creatively and curiously cavorting
Deliberately denying and distorting
Elusive energy and enthusiasm
From freakish forwarding fanatics who foresee
Glorious globs of grotesque gossip
Hereon, hereto and herewith heralded
In illustrious illumination indicating ideas
Joyfully and joyously justifying
Kibitzing kindnesses of kith and kin
Labelling luxurious languages, lumping them as lovely.
Manifesting monstrous maniacal mystical miracles
Needing Nirvana and Never-never-land nuisances
Opposed to outrageous ornateness and ordinariness.
Persecuting prideful pompousness and prissiness.
Respectfully receiving responsible rectifiable residents
Such serious succulent sensuous senatorial secrets!
Truth touching tremendous thunderous tentacles
Understating understandably undeniable underlying unity
Verifying villainous vexing vindicators
Willfully wishing willy-nilly wispy ways will work wonders
‘Xpecting ‘xceptionally ‘xperimental ‘xperts
Yoking the young and youthful,
Zippy zealots showing zany zesty zealous ways.
Heavenly attendants flash
The shades of dawn, thus
Such a picture just
Made beyond human magnificence sense
Divine hands compass
While chiseling, blessed, messenger truss
Brilliant with ornateness
Such articulation, such alikeness
Of rendered imaginativeness
Such baby love·li·ness
The Excellence of BabyAngel'ness
Up and down we go.
A depressive state but you seem to love the verbal flow.
You laugh and say my ornateness makes me rhyme.
I will leave you a kiss when I say goodbye.
Metaphorical you are.
You are the great philosopher.
High-strung and low-keyed is your talk.
I will be the first to walk.
It is just plain to see when love is not to be.
Although great as sex partners, I do not want to be free.
You seem to be objective to a f*** and not real to love.
When I say goodbye, no tears do I have to cry.
Of course, mountains I will climb.
Peak an incline to suppress my desires.
"Do we have a chance?"
I know this is a question you will never ask.
"Is it for sure that our partnership ends?"
I want more Jim.
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PENNED ON SEPTEMBER 04, 2014!
This poem is based on the following theme:
"Leave you a kiss"
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