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Anderson M Sep 2018
Astutely speaking, we all at some point

Ponder on matters spiritual, the kind
In the realms outside observable phenomena.
Even to some extent, we can’t help
Consulting various spiritual practitioners to
Extrapolate circumstances prevalent in the future.

Otherworldly beauty is not only a matter of
Fascination it’s an obsession too.

Hallowed space in today’s world is
Exceedingly limited, an abundant scarcity
A paucity of meaning attached to it.
Various denominations exist to
Entrench a semblance of piety to counter
A rather stack waywardness.
Neverland, is it real?
#Acrostic
Anderson M Aug 2018
Yesterday’s but a drop
In the ocean of the past.
Its sorrows, joys, triumphs, defeat
Highs, lows all crushed to a uniform
“Consistency” In the crucible of experience.
And so every so often
With the frequency and urgency
Of reaching yearningly for a cookie jar
We reach out to the repository of experience
To live through once again
The moments that inspired either awe or consternation.
Each waking moment, we replenish the contents
Of this cookie jar so it never runs out
Thus partaking of its essence into the unforeseeable future.
The now’s fodder that feeds into the udder of experience,and oh,how we like to milk it dry.
Anderson M Aug 2018
Easily rolls of the tongue like
One’s heel on a banana peel.
Mostly, it’s loaded with good
Intention, mouthed with gusto
Maybe to hide treachery hidden
Within. On face value even
The devil accepts it as gospel
Truth, nevertheless, Tear it apart
What’s revealed might
Unsettle one’s bowels.
A true lie,on which side of truth  is it?
Anderson M Jul 2018
Does beauty transcend human subjectivity?
And what qualifies as pretty?

Timeless questions cast in stone
On the answers curtains drawn.

Hither and thither sprawled splendor
Inviting mind’s eye to wander.
Would you care to let your eyes wander
on the things that inspire wonder.
three 10w pieces
Anderson M Jun 2018
Some truths,
With ***** feet
Unabashedly tread on
People’s souls.
Rendering them forever unclean.
Anderson M May 2018
Sanity’s an eel
A fishy unscrupulous
Imagined construct.

Like a needle in
A haystack it’s hard to find
Hides right in plain sight.

To be of sound mind
One has to staunchly silence
Incessant critics.

More like pacify
The demons and nurture the
Glorious angels.
To move forward,one has to constantly look inward.
Anderson M May 2018
On the seashore
Her back an arrow
She marvels at nature’s flawless flow.
Luxuriant hair cascades to caress
Her waspish waist as if to stress
The point that it’s a beautiful mess.
As the waters make fleeting
Acquaintance with the seeming
“Stationary" shores, her figure’s spellbinding.
Her dress hugs her lithe frame tight
As all manner of inconsistency takes flight
And what remains is an ethereal sight.
It’s clear as crystal that grace
Is outstanding and seldom commonplace.
Bought a new phone,couldn't help
capturing this  sight
inspiring time to pay homage
even if for a split second.
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