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LeeJ
Member Patricius

since 2003-06-19

Posts 13296

0 posted 2004-01-04 02:39 PM

Nonetheless, how interrogating and placid
Fibrous sheets of character, fearsome, overlapping
The light of wings, like a heart transplanting
Beating blood life…
Into lasting miles, wearing trillions of names
Oh, how I chase my heart…over and over again
And if I, a simple writer, would nudge these gentle aggressions
These mornings which draw us close, living in the heavens

Oh, with these genesis of pulsation’s desire never fades
Where scenery relates to light, generations become the bridesmaids
Burning with flowery children, questioning pioneers
Yet have most certainly touched once long ago surfaces
Taming any daggers or lost declarations, liberating tears
Traveling uncharted highways pocketing hope the passion of foraging sun
An image reproducing your eyes when things become

For a little while…into an even room so big hearted
We grinned from ear to ear…such stubborn insolence!
Always the same utterance of where poetry needs to be~
How can such greatness of this heroine not polish sweet?

Within the heart, hands and soul, assumptions are owned~
Keeping beloved elevated and eyes reacting to a single likeness
Something strangely offering a mint of cultures
Offering answers with God’s heart…to who we are and where we belong~

Crying sometimes so much our eyes are unaware
What powers initiation becomes the truth of flesh we bear?
In one single utterance though soft breezes, unafraid of death
For the full of things are attainable, alive and giving breath

Conveying what we already knew before we were born
Something fresh, provocative, pressing against the walls of a heavy heart
Bursting with golden metaphoric worlds, nuzzling the gift of life
Smiling upon an atmosphere of displacements of desires
The whole heart’s blood creates a forum of order
How astounding!

The art which matters to us…moving by the golden receipt
Where each wilderness becomes self representations of belief
Of a fonder pleasure rejuvenated with adoration, always caring
Newly anatomical breaths, where five fingers become the listener
Burning, imploding a holy innermost sanctum of romance
A legend for life and love, which never abandons, but speaks on behalf
Of a melding poetic process, conceiving very powerful currents
Dripping…soothing…elevating
Between body, spiritual and the entire world…pulmonary recordings

We are woven speakers of what was, is, and will happen
Within the blood of life, the fruit of secrets we are yet to know
Tailored to a language more intimate then we beings assume tangible
Where surely sense becomes assembled into celestial afternoons
Lifting to a greater circulation, unlimited acts of magic swoons
To a greater form of reality, then we dare to speak
Containing truth, mythical objects of perceptions greatly perceived

I accept this dialogue…this form of impossible, which brushes
My cheek with anonymous red rose of blush
Where I question, no matter how far removed, tracing a reassembled heart
Fearsome, venturous, curious, nonetheless, brushstrokes of high spirited memoirs
Entirely attentive….no matter how far removed…never muted I suspect
Lastingly soothed…inhuman and alive…quit powerful these poetic passages

Oh dear me, what’s to come of this imagination, this intermediate humble thing?
This great mass of universal character, painting significant quality
Right here, in my hands, literally speaking, what’s to happen the very next second, hour, day?
What melodious arts, transforms poignantly, encompassing with broadened faith?

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