Upon wings of dream and time, love buds unseen,
Not every fate quickens it in the ephemeral dance of form and hour,
It, the profound love, the one that forges destiny in souls, is like a spell,
Flying over stereotypes, over the labyrinth of the Matrix that confines dreams.
How rare it is in the fabric of days to find that connection of spirits,
That meet across vast distances in an embrace closer than bustling proximities.
Each is the other's sanctuary, and life progresses in parallel, in that unseen space,
And each carves their presence into a corner of the heart, where no altar or certainty exists.
The deep pulse of the soul is felt at a mere calling of the name,
And the sensation resonates, an echo of fulfillment that transcends the borders of consciousness.
To recognize, and to be recognized... to share the same unhampered language.
To resonate in unison... is to tune spirits in a harmony that transcends the octave.
To choose to step beyond the need for possession, for a subtle being, pure in Love.
Categories:
proximities, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
7/28/16
On either side
We try to strive
And live our lives
In the same or different tribes
Below or in the skies
Near and far from the tides
Seeing things with our own eyes
Among animals and human kind
In close proximities or areas that are open wide
Positive no negative vibes
As the sun shines
And darkness arrives
We all take dives
But what matters is if you rise
And continue to climb
Regardless of if you fall behind
At times
The stars and planets align
Or become trine
Events and occurrences coincide as well as occasionally intertwine
For some they may be difficult to describe
Still to this day and age are homicides
And crimes
As well as hostility causing people to divide
Realize the answer can be hard to find
Even when all efforts are applied
In the end the result just may leave you disatisfied
Categories:
proximities, poetry, rap, word play,
Form: Rhyme
Suzerain; proximities pontifical glares....
As intensity growls its pagans bionic breath?!
In pseudos communique exhaling this mojoes
Agitation; truths sheer anticipation adorned in illumination
Amid vestures of golden grace bejeweled with, inversive bows....
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....“Sunlit Halos” ~
Categories:
proximities, hope, life, love,
Form: I do not know?