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Might beyond our solutions
Becomes more constrained,
When we try to walk
Where only God walks.

For God is so far beyond,
What wonder, when He responds!
Stand in the glory of His train,
And use His Might in substitution.

The day is a celestial dark, and charred with empty dreams.
I fear piteously to learn that that which I yearn to reap–is
A future blackened with heartless hope. My reality’s sleep
Awakens to find a melancholy dream as all that’s left of the
Bright of today’s light. Its Melody, so pure, lingers on the fringe
Of authenticity; it is a clever, living, breathing, surrealistic soul.
We reach for it in the intra-cosmic arena of the inner-self
Alone to travel as our Mind’s Eye turns inward. We are
Delivered from the ‘Others’ of hesitation’s sigh. Thus shall
The gift of this unsullied Mystery stir the soul, enliven
Dreams of promise. Then, shall there be apposite placement of
The Cedillas beneath those difficult, banal words. No longer
Marked by the dark, polar-cold that scripts the
Malodorous, solemn task of renewing a faith. Defiance hinders.
Others will claim their own diacritic mark. Their doubts hinge
On the fallacy that such events are transitorily short, without
Righteous reclaim. The untruth! It is the ventures born in the
Genius of a vitreous epistemology that burn bright the light of truth.
No armor or valor to sway tomorrow’s aim, all things coeval.
Reclaim, surreal melody, malodorous mystery. . .all truth’s aim!

Love pushes against the shores of my heart with undulating waves
Divided in perpendicular demarcations of wet hallucinations
That tell me you are there, but I cannot find proof
That such a creature with beauty like yours
Is real, but only soldered deep into the
Imagination of my mind that is
Always seeking to secure
You to my heart, but
There you stand
Always from
Me softly
Hidden.

It has been so, so long
Since I wrote to you,
And so, so long since you wrote to me.
I miss your little musical gifts.
The gift of your words is a melody to my Bleeding heart.
So if you think you could or should
Or held your hand up so that time might stop,
Then you’ll have a chance,
If you would or could,
To sing me good morning or good night.
For the tones you bestow bring laughter and light.

The haunt of reality
Leaves me broken
Upon the stirrings
From deep within the me,
And the fear of the drowning from
A potentially conscious thought,
Which is always coming,
Riding upon the waves
Of a waking,
Emergent,
Subconscious.

Out of the jar, out to be seen
No longer will beauty emit no etre’.
All who wish may be boastful
Of a craft, to weave in silver strands.
To forge in Lapis Lazuli silkened locks,
Blueaquatic eyes for Hammurabi to see!

grass is greener on the other side
when i stop to test the winds beside
the road I walk and feel
the knowledge one day her heart I’ll steal.

Her smile is light from the sun,
So I dream her heart I have won.
I memorize her loving face,
Full of hope and celestial grace.

Today I see her dressed in red.
Inspired, I keep her in my bed
To gently, softly touch all of her
While in my arms she sweetly purrs.

Girl dressed in red makes me smile
To see at last angelic cherub from above,
To hear her sweetly purr a little while
Serves to teach such love is never done.

Above calm gulf waters with heat fordone
Like a giant white dwarf, looms the sun.
I tempt the behemoth to fall on me!
But, the yellow glob hangs defiantly.
High above me, it mocks and seethes mysteriously.
No interstellar catastrophe here for me to see.
Yet, master of heat and light, it fumes triumphantly!

In the shadows walks my perception…
Faithful friend to follow me so.
Yet, whenever to and fro I go,
The shadows fuel my apprehension.