Visions beam, no visions blurred, enchanting be thy presence, welcome, my essence yours, entitled though the path once it might have seemed, bewilderment now as far as breath can be heaved. Pounding, irreverent, knocking at my door, ask permission? I insist you implore, wondering yet not at the soft curls upon my head, cascading down gentle curvatures, have I made my tired bed? [...]
Open up your heart, the chambers accentuate the echoing of you, as a work of art. Feel the rhythm, feel the pulse, from your head down to your tips of toes, meanwhile, strands of wisdom intertwine with visions of welcoming loving times recollected by a mind full of experiences, weaving like thoughtful caressing vines.
Though the clouds are heavy with sadness, I look to them not with madness, but with joy, irreverent laughter and thrown wide open arms. Calling them, cajoling them, to gush forth with their tears so I can dance away ‘neath their offerings, jive away my encumbering fears. [...]
While there may be times, occasions, where our world eases it way out of a desired page, when the messages sent our way are not the type that we would want to have saved, why, we wonder, is our pathway so twisted, so many offshoots for us to forcibly explore? I’ll tell you this, we must map this path stridently, assuredly capture it as ours. [...]
a tremulous tribute disarming intimacy so comfortable to let him in conversations about everything emotional closeness no need for physicality feel the heartbeats through our laughter ponder-patter irreverent chatter knowing that to him, my voice does matter. accepting our trysts of personal powers so far yet so close feel our united pulse warbling and smiling with ease the past doesn’t determine we playfully tease building a stronger bond through wonderful rapport knowing should I falter he’ll help me seize again these oars.
Being aware of the signs, the euphoria, the joy of the times, the expansive brightened colours as they present as my soul begins to delve. The natural high developed into true knowledge via life, nevermore shall I worry about contemplation, nor irreverent Strife! I’ll pluck from the heavens amongst the amalgamation, cloud patterns, an internal direction, cloud patterns, an internal direction flows as I breathe with my dreams, absorb their intent, my gorgeous search for the rest of them. [...]
breathe in with the power of my soul, my inner truth, I enter my cavern, the whirlwind of my mind as extravagant windswept daze enlightens every phase, whether past or present, it is whole, in the right place, about face, I will take the first step in knowing that I, I am the creator of what I need to manifest, I have the strength, the desire, the power, to make my world amazing or something worthy of being devoured whole, in momentum, perfection in its truest form is what I once sought but now, keeping them at the length of my arm's are those conformers, that I needed to be right, look like this or that, [...]
truest nature of the soul will shine unto the light, creating carriers, pathways away from darkness into the night, echoing, reverberations of goodness 'neath nestled shrouded warmth, armfuls of wonder, hearts joined in circumstance, yours, mine, forever healed, mine and yours. compassion opens sleepy eyes, careful mouthy yawns. what awaits us this present early morn? what will take us away from dawn?
Weeping willow reminds me of stormy challenges, of riotous heart poundings, of emotional damages. Weeping willow, fretting leaves, gives me a sense of hope, her bent back fingers laze, but within her, their pathway I know, like me, like you, as her, she represents such harmony within our souls [...]
Be not bitter nor jaded but grateful, sublime is this life we are living if we don’t allow precious time to pass by, unrecognised unwanted, ambiguous truths be told, live a metamorphosis while your inner beauty becomes, be brave, take the reins, be bold.