In a bird a man flies,
A cartographer of endless sky.
In a man a bird spies,
A topographer of his ascending life.
In a mind the ink dries,
A calligrapher of hidden lies.
In the ink a poet spies,
A villanelle, symphonic lines
In the Opuss, now ocean size,
I hook oyster pearls from time to time.
In this Inspiration I see words Devine,
Whispered and humbly uncapitalised.
Beautiful language, beautifully enshrined.
This world,
Our Opuss,
Yours,
And mine.
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I can feel the world in my lungs. Breathe with me....
Slow burn. Worlds turn. And yet they stay. In their place today. Times change. And rearrange. Embrace the new. When they look for you. The old will seem. Like a fading dream. They hide, they guide.
Words are my toys, that bend and do not break. Like an unbreakable sword, double edged, give or take.
There are those that do believe. That the stars represent our souls. Our lost ones looking over us. Watching how our lives unfold. But I believe the stars. Represent wishes held in our hearts.
And dawn comes, and here is Light. Light is beautiful, in every way. And light comes, and here is Day. Day is beautiful in glorious sunrise,. And day comes, and here is Life.
Another stab at wacky free form. Adapted from Angel Beast. #nightdweller ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I opened my sacred book again at days end, and saw smiling grimace against daily imperfections.
Bore into me the strength You promised to give So I could remain alive To love you till I passed.
Ring the bells, Squeeze the clouds, Shake the Heavens, Lift the shrouds. Silence the crows, Nail down the night, Drown out the rain, Reveal the Light.
That feeling is something that Cannot be depicted Not formed in words The rough thruth is that I shall never answer to you In endlessness it doesn't matter But in life's tiny moments Waiting is the...
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