from a burnt sienna sky—
transcending to evanesce, tantalize bleeding a fervor carrying murmurs of thousand cherished heartstrings to rhapsodize unbidden cadence breaking to behove a ballad that echoes from far embraces quivering a mystical lure thereof. a sun torching viridian skyscape waking cordovan landscape to undrape. #ottava rima
like the spring that gushes forth clean and clear the promise of a satisfying slake anticipation bringing joy and good cheer. faith is the souvenir when a lot is at stake when fate may give man some pretty hard knocks the promise of a satisfying slake. sanguiness that overcomes bad shocks fighting travails, then finding inner peace when fate may give man some pretty hard knocks. perpetual optimism, hopelessness belies like an ecclesiastical beacon fighting travails, then finding inner peace. the soul's quintessence can never weaken radiance that cannot be dimmed, put out like an ecclesiastical beacon. sparkling , illumintaing darkness to spout like the spring that gushes forth clean and clear radiance that cannot be dimmed, put out anticipation bringing joy and good cheer.. #Terzanelle
people close to us harm us the most emotionally, physically they do it so subtly.. I have lost faith in people life is no longer simple money, pride and ego simple pleasures of life we forego.. A dog can't straighten his tail but dog's faithfulness cannot fail he is man's best friend you cannot judge a man by his friend.. when there is no love, there is no way no black or white, life is all gray salty tears on wounds rubbed with salt man's awry nature is at fault.. #quatrain
like a haunting melody an unsung canticle aching to be heard begging..a release from anguish I kneel in the emptiness of a barren silence a captive of time I cradle my hopes in the changing hues of eternity. as I lie down burned... under sycamore skies I give time a rebirth my heart bewildered by time's inconsistency I kneel and beg for time...
sparked by tribulation
fingers quaver as tears are wiped
stifling cries break the silence of the night
as clouds move to cover the sky
from lips a moan escapes
Waltzing through air, this vision with beguiling delicate grace
Like a danseuse figure, poised, carving delicate grace.
A breeze gently embraces this fragile creature
touching nimble limbs, a limber accentuating delicate grace.
Sunlight streams iridescent on her lissome stance
symmetrically lithe and supple, flaunting delicate grace.
Rhythmic movements pattern fawn colored sand creations
nudging grass beneath, with a soothing delicate grace.
The boundless energy of this dainty, flighty antelope
as she ambulates gracefully, epitomizing, delicate grace.
Elusive, mysterious, uninhibited, she basks in nature’s fold
within a cosmos, spangled with, pleasing, delicate grace.
Her vulnerability fills me with foreboding and much fear
of bloodthirsty predators, massacring delicate grace.
Like gushing crystal springs wetting aesthetic taste
poetry in motion, efflorescing, sparkling, delicate grace.
I walk the jungle hoping to catch a glimpse of her
illumining, elating life with, sparkling delicate grace.
Floating free in this sparkling constellation
Spirit unburdened in celestial creation.
The heavens open their arms, embrace me
I am balanced to perfection, gravity free.
Needing my own space in time
Breathing easy, feeling sublime.
As I gaze into the stars, kiss their eyes
They shine on me with a wisdom so wise.
Hear my thoughts out loud, freedom’s voice
A voice of reason, a soundless rejoice.
Breathing space is emancipation
The Milky way, a galactic fascination.
As Higgs Boson captures my imagination
I float, intrigued, feeling need for exploration.
Mind over matter, in chimerical culmination.
Free, unfettered, an unhindered liberation.
dedicated to Kids Talk Radio , The Teachers of ‘Occupy Mars Band’