Though I speak with heart and soul
Hardly do I get reactions
Work my craft in circle's full
The pride of lions in my passion
Action, action
Interaction is the gate to benefaction
if it strikes you send me hearts
yes, send me satisfaction.

I do it cause I wanna teach
I do it cause I wanna learn
Oh, don't you go hiding away all those emotions we've all known.
I do it cause I wanna grow
I do it cause I wanna know
That there is something more to all those puzzle-pieces in the snow.

So send me a reaction,
Good or bad, at least there's traction;
I've got thirty thousand beams of light that need to be refracted.

Unwittingly and surprisingly so often ignored is appreciation.
Of gifts, the love, the nurture received, given in true benefaction.
Even lack of spoken gratitude from the receiver, by the giver it is perceived.
Accordingly that which is given and is conspicuously wordlessly received
from the recipient, bathed in sublime silence, shines the appreciativeness

When physical attraction evolves into the love for each other entirely,
overwhelmed with gratitude for feelings, passion, desire, intrinsic sensuality.
In carnal gratification intertwined lovers, murmur words the moment in time set
as the act of true love, lovers appreciation of each other is a prerequisite,
kindling their deep and profound recognition of the symbiotic enchantment

Individuals have so much in life for which to celebrate in thankfulness
Taken for granted are emotional feelings of those who daily acquiesce.
Actions, items the mundane, all forgotten overlooked values unconsidered,
A list almost without end, descriptions of conceded gratitude left unsaid,
until its familiar benefits cease, revealing immediate impact of gratitude held concealed.



The Quality Feeling Of Thankful         Michael C Crowder         30th December 2018

Wherever far you may go,
To whichever world,
This world is the only truth,
Rest is just a grief.

While you are smiling,
Everyone is a relative.
But when you weep,
Then you are all alone,
And you have to trod upon thorns,
Laughing becomes a pain.

Wherever far you may go...

Only disgrace stays,
Forget about benefaction.
All passion disappears,
Forget about cheerfulness.

Wherever far you may go...

The shade of a tree,
It is the least selfish.
Selflessly it gives shelter,
To all birds & animals alike.

Wherever far you may go,
To whichever world,
This world is the only truth,
Rest is just a grief.

Within Pantheon Of Classical Gods

stricken with affliction,
sans amyotrophic lateral sclerosis
(also known as ALS, 
or Lou Gehrig's disease)

in the prime of his youth wrought
underestimation, vitiated termination,
targeted sequestration,
solidified rigidification,

rendered quandary,
per paralyzation obliterated,
nixed navigation,
morphed motivation,

marked limitation
kickstarted infatuation,
jinxed immobilization,
induced intellectual hyperfunction,

garnered fundamental fascination,
fanned fabled exploration,
devastation demonstrated
delectable declaration,

cosmological constant comet
clinched, chained certain capitulation,
brainstormed benefaction,
benediction attribution assured.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
his longevity (marked by bing permanently
     linkedin, hitched, drafted
     to a custom made wheelchair,
his brilliant unsullied scientific genius)

     endured seventy six orbitz veer
ring round the nearest star,
     though seemingly motionless, he freed their
ret tickle physiochemical insight

     encompassing, revolutionizing,
     and jaw-dropping, revelations
     with mortals he did share
transcendent seeded plentifully

     mental limitless groundswell
     fed his fecund rare
if eyed cogitated, formulated, insulated
     (infinitesimal nook and cranny) force queer

lee disproportionate overly endowed capacity
     bracketed with mar ching madness peer
ring with laser, razor, and taser sharp mind
     (or a minuscule approximate near

facsimile thereof) scrutinizing, positing,
     and discerning astronomical phenomena mere
via concentrating gifted limned, and rapacious,
     though processes affixed
     with a visage mordantly like King Lear.

This mask is weighing heavy on my shoulders
(And a witch doctor's countenance does anything but soothe)
I, alone, watch over the tribe
I, alone, teach them truth

Instilling the proper methods in my small clan
But... as soon as I bring them to tears,
I'll try to give them some respite
I do what I can to quell their fears

I'll peak out
From behind my mask
And wink and smile
And sip from my flask

Then...when
I've done it again
I'll send them all forth
These mighty men

And dance and cavort
Around my fire
With a shout and a snort
I'll lift them higher

Than they could have ever lifted themselves
And when we reach the day's demise
I'll place my garb upon my shelves
And lift my countenance to the skies

And feel the satisfaction
Of the Favor of the Power
And gaze with benefaction
At my people, from this tower

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