The Panic of Romance

Heartbeats; drum beats leave as do the falling leaves.

As animals we panic; life will never be as delightful as before.

Our blood; that holds all our secrets veins and purges and we concentrate absolutely on love.

Our pulse indicates our fervor.

Heartache; perhaps…but we live to live.  Our imprint will not dissipate into some swamp.

But, it will lie upon a beautiful lily pad and house  the orchestra of frogs and engulf the joy of the children; our reproduction which capture and captivate them.

Blooming

That intricate seed of embers ye ears have not seen as they remain mysteries.

Begins; like a sweet sap oozing as foreign tears down a weeping tree.

And - with some ginger sympathy lying within the science of liquid and light - an opening creeps apart and a champion is born.

It's heart pounds; and the art of you as the idea parades.

Petals arouse you and starlight is held within your palms.

Work is final as destiny sees fit.

And forever is as forever does…forever.

Hopeless Romance

Is the scent of the ruling flower unsanctified?

Do falling stars and our hearts' deepest rivers no longer hail?

Am I to believe throughout all of my destiny that my heart's desire is a desolate cave of skeletons?

I see the sun set on my horizon and clutch to my own brokenness that a flicka is all I need…again.

Good vs. Evil

Ever feel like you are enthralled in bombisms of obscure, unsure and unsurpassable riddles of life's words, actions and suits?

The outcome; like the majesty that floats above like arks over the Grand Canyon; we are shaped.

Distorted, deformed; and/or & too we become the Rose and Lily's of our own valleys.

Choose your valleys as a road map  to your heart.

Broken Bones Heal When You Set Them Right

Destruction; multiplications of ruin with unforeseen sanity.

Storms that leave you with starless nights…rising from putrid gutters and catching that luxury of one; just one newborn falling star resides on you.

A symbol of strength, merit and honor.

Always wear it with pride; let it shine to radiate you into righteousness once again; once upon a time.

Be grateful for it presence; your lucky star and the power to be an exception. The exception to the unacceptability of the rules made by ruthless and uncommon dark men.

Direction

I am tortured by winds…

Because they change your essences, your course that  causes  compasses or sirens to rear and I most unfortunately learn.

Sunsets are a mix that neva lets me down.

Words are so venial.  Actions speak louder  than grammy award winning artists sing.

I have heard oceans roar.

I have died.

More than once.

Contradiction

Up vs. down; clashing thunder storm clouds arousing the scent of ultimatum power.

The light that rouses you conquering carefully the darkness; a skinny path to crawl; clasping upon the listing power; and cruelty and direction where winds carry you to the answers ye seek.