The glow - Heaven stay in my heart
My eyes they wander - stars are bright
I walk , God beside me with a breath of air
Seeing with the moonlit hour so light
I thrive in the beauty too of the calm
Mesmerized with a twinkle - I partake
I see opportunity of " I wish I may - I wish
I might"
And that very calm in mind I then wake
In my dream the wind it may chatter
Blinking in the night - that presumed those beauties
Chills my bones - deep way inside
With self pride of cultivation with Bootes
Shine on to me my little stars up above
And keeping God in my path to then stay
put
I'll always remember it in my very soul
Bright be they may and negative vibes then caput.
" I wish that I may and wish that I might "
Have the loving stars in my head at night.
Unfortunate accidents.
Lucky incidents!
Slipping, tripping, when all that's held
Gravely tense bursts out.
Sprinting down what, long presumed
Of joys, unresumed
A laughing child's giggly mess
Was so blown about.
MOTIVES OF ENDEAVOUR
restored
ideas
in
a
palpable
catharsis
of
inward
meditative
resolve
unspoilt
untainted
disparate
patterns
with
enthusiastic
convictions
&
presumed
affinity
apprehended
intact
with
scope
& clarity
of
extraneous
exclusive
binding
styles
'Shiver me timbers!'
did the ship's skipper shout
while ever-taking the poltroon's measure
and never more sending him out and about
in search of doubloons or buried treasure
for 'twas a pitifully poor pirate indeed
who was deceived in those days of old
when perceived he presumed piles of pyrite
as anything more than fool's gold
No one has ever made a huge difference,
No one will ever be able to do,
If only one does is been convinced, hence...
Not through his own self developed review
No one has ever seen a peaceful mind,
No one will ever be able to sight,
If only one does is been confused-- blind...
Not through his personal designed insight
But get convinced by trying to be this,
Or get confused by fighting to be that,
Just as presumed of others cum each biz;
To be way behind the scope of combat...
Yet as outstanding as someone else, spikes
Poor turnarounds cum resolutions' strikes.
Before the Breath admitted—
We dwelt—in Neighboring Mist—
A Corridor of Quiet—
By Seraph—sometimes Kissed—
No Clock—presumed—to tally—
No Noon—to be—declared—
The Light—was but a Whisper—
That would not say—we erred—
We lingered—in a Silence—
That had no Need—of Name—
A gentle—Pre-existence—
Too delicate—for Flame—
The Souls—like folded Letters—
Awaited—Earthly Hands—
To open—what was written—
In unremembered Sands—
And I—perhaps among them—
Sat—Docile—in the Air—
Until the World—requested—
My small—appointment—here—
Thus—when the Cradle called Me—
I rose—from Ether’s Home—
Exiting—an endless Chamber—
To find—a Mortal—Home—
Grab the steeple and pretend
The life you had would end
Months gone we move along
We still hear whispers friend
Moulded night drowns flight
Drenched withered dred
Victimized, the whites, her eyes
Consumed chemical bed
If I pretend to lie and mend
What lesson ever learned?
Escaping safety sleepy daisy
The peddles pulled and again
Echoed wave, waned moons fade
This is the darkest hour
Admitting fault and not exalt
Lies the laureled flower
Design your time and keep in mind
Evading isn't owning fate
As you had presumed this final move
Bankrupt that fatal freight
Vindictive lips once did kiss
Solemn they were a home
And forgotten passion project
Rotten to the bone
Mourning hearts mooring marks
Flee shattered scenes
Believed to be deceased at peace
Was my own response to misery
There are days we live only for others
and happy to share in ours,
words of devotion
even scars.
Though I never presumed to know
or even understand..
only pretend.
But this time's not the same
this unshakable thing,
like a pain,
is not pretending.
A feeling that wakes you from a deep sleep
real, whatever that is..
transcending all moments that came before
you.
Although still hear
so clear, another voice,
one that claims to be sane
'I didn't want this'.
Damn all this weakness.
The other says 'show me..,
do not tell me in a whisper'.
Like a drumbeat in the desert wind..
love is hard of hearing.
It's the singing birds that delight me
But it's the bees and wasps that anoy me
It's the rare appearance of snakes that disturb me
I wish that they would never come anywhere near me
The ants, bugs, mosquitoes, and trickets discomfort me
The colorful roses and budding trees excite me
The country quiet and setting sun soothe me
Some things are 'fixed', and we learn to live with them
They are niether all bad nor presumed to be all good
When you add it all up, 'It's simply the balance of nature'
The sky broke, it did not rain,
the clouds did not part,
a faded blue did not fade away,
behind that, an intimation,
a featureless back-lit gray
watched.
Eyes blinked, heads turned,
a silent cacophony plucked
at a collective deafness.
Some presumed, other's assumed,
but all knew
that the space between us, and the All,
was as fragile as the air in our lungs
or those turbulent skies
behind our eyes.
Haughty Tiger was blatantly vain
She presumed that poor Ass had no brain
Ass stayed cool when hunters came
And pretended to be lame
But Miss Knowall was bound to a chain.
- - - - - - - - -
A dark soul long immersed in a grey world
Awakened to a spirit’s shining beam
And foolishly presumed as he uncurled
His destiny was to possess her gleam.
The dark youth’s folly then was slowly dimmed
By reason, sweat, philosophy and years.
Where once his hopes of lightness brimmed,
In time’s passage, they all but disappeared.
When once more fate flashed her bright rarity,
It was not for him to have, but to see.
Blossoms line my laden descent
down to the perked watering hole
that plays empty theater,
awaiting my creative path,
a royal welcome -
represented by accumed variety and presumed clarity,
of intentional therapy of renewed sensable youth.
Periscope complicity is channeled by heart's stereoscopicity,
Dryad/Satyr Satire, no dry ads, only wet views.
Season facets a wild cherry scent to your vantage point
of attitude and beauty proximity, of dripping cues.
Draw the liquid curtain on the canvas
of insanely intimate hues.
To a crash on the rocks of the mind-blown
by windswept rescue chasing you behind a messaged massage,
Baywatch, Oasissed Dunes and slow Djin mirage.
Nature is no stranger to being the muse,
Rebel with a cause,
cause maybe this time you stay
and snuggle awhile, sailor.
So I am told
Or lead to believe
As I am not an actual Doctor
Have studied Biology
Or any form of Medicine
But what I have heard of before
Is that Doctor's upon completion
Of their studies once qualified
Swear a
Hypothetical Oath
So simply in this regard
Can they in all good consciousness
Agree to perform
Sex reassignment surgery
Given that I assume or hope
Surely you wouldn't be able to pass
Any medical boards examination
If you cannot determine the difference
Between the sexes
Male or Female
Surely that above all
Human Anatomy
Day 1
Probably wouldn't even be covered
As it would and maybe be both overlooked
Assumed and presumed
As and should merely be taken from granted
Rapt in the familiar fragrance, jasmine rose,
the allure of its passionate quintessence
swirling full circle to its enchanting close.
I smiled, the flower mimicking your essence
presumed itself a suitable contestant
against power of which you are attestant.
Not today, nor lifetime, can flowers compare
to the bewitchment of your hypnotic air.
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