Life’s pendulums once strongly swu… released each soul to fate to its chagrin time’s Ides did sen… chills subdue as memory relates intense, the anguish of such retur…
You have seen so much pain in love all these many years your thoughts run frightened intensely so through your misty tears.
The Love is calling I hear it now no more time to ponder and no longer will I wonder I know the reasons why.
of my own heart’s wounds you and I are each within thoughts upon a page
A question begs; as do we all, of what ever came first? mull the quack and deplume any bird,
Pure sands beneath my feet, tide’s taste at my bare toes; on stretch of pristine beach, I watch lone sunset’s lull; here within my universe,
Consider the cube as a unit of measure, a measure of substance of volume, of weight; now give this unit meaning,
Seriously, what is the truth, certainly not a closeted mind’s sh… proofs pudding, full of time’s det… a nation’s sooth, rewrote in ‘cons… exceptionalism, aah those right ar…
each thought, on a breath inclined of indecision trails failing embers
Should ever there begin an ending towards any life’s sortie that shortly shorty often a coven’… sorter, sorrel, slobber, sorbet, o… this world’s load; shudder in thou…
scream out your wanting, lips for a taste teasing and taunting no need for haste moon light’s reflection
Fresh thoughts lost… moments alone listening... two spirits move forward; but, one slips between the shadows
The bard, the muse, the low versif… each the times bemoan; stressed by compassion’s grasp, ingrained word sown life disowns; individualist rare, previews minds…
Mystics, moderates, minutia, and m… Moping matter mopping mops Mulling, muttering mouthing, monks Maybe, might be; motely motors Muddy mundane morbid modems
Each season lies; each has deceptive reasoning while in full of pride, each accepts our please of them what proves each as grand