Our emergence
from a world of sin
was an awakening
from an induced oblivion.


The animating principle
springs forth like the
shaping force we've
been subject
to first hand,
not in
utter
naivety,
but
on the
shoulders of
a
newfound Glory!


Something profoundly imbued,
before which our imaginable Nature
did quiver as tho surprised or confused:


But those first affectations,
those deep meditations,
in all actuality, are the landmarks and
monuments
we love so adoringly.

Here lies my sweet, sweet death, nestled

peacefully upon the downy dawn;
in soft deadly dreams she has,
settled deep and neatly in the rays of the crowning sun -slowly curling into her own cradled
*** so warm.
Now dauntlessly she awakens from her woeful sleep, to prowl and roam, or thoughtlessly
traipse, troop, and patrol the savage doom,
which tonight I shall happily call a home of gloom, (provided that
the heavy hand of thee, my dark angel on the wing, opens soon.)
Because the breeze of mayhem blows
so long,
but I can't control this fine and mournful morn, that looms
hopelessly with modern expressions torn, and pieced together piece by lovely
piece,
as she smiled a smile worth a thousand smiles.
And like no other
was so freely turning up the corners of her ****** mouth -
exposing fangs of tender grace and heat, that shan't go without the
blood I bleed, dripping upon her lovely double-face that I must see -'tis justice for me to this come upon.

This
affair of my heart
and soul

has been extraordinary,
            yet subtle.

             Though anything is possible,

this aspiration lingers              and teeters

upon                   the                 impossible.


This little trial                                  may manifest
into trouble...

but, Oh! splendid is her divine     pageantry

-and she is            truly an intellectual!


Could thee
                               intimidate me,

Surely it is probable,

in consequence of the fact that
                                                     despite all

of their                        tinsel,
                                          to her,          I find some angels

to       be     in         their   
    beauty                 and          aim      unequal.

All coveted gladsomeness is near it's end,
and from all it's foolish manifestations
I must refrain.
Despite this I do offer something of my intimacy,
without frustrations or complaint;

my legacy to come before my decadence,
not after,
(tho I am without fortune in even this regard.)

I give of myself freely
for I know generous equivalence
to such an award is given thereafter, and without
restraint.

It will not be just a reward,
but a just reward.

Blessed am I in my unfaded attitude,
for I have discovered how to
gaze on attributes,
not thru my old insensate reveries,
but after personal growth
-despite hearing the defeatists scholarly jokes-
those remorseless platitudes,
unjust whisperings on
the philosophies
of human constructs and concerns
throughout history;

these meandering mortals
and their mutterings then to scatter thru the great hall!

So be it so, I will be understanding, cordial.
After all, I still have to undergo the passive experience,
to go on examining the concrete nature
of this thingness in awe
of a heightened certainty
where esteem and pride must be earned by all,

a sense inspiring of something far better,
a spirit untied, unfettered,
is that impulse of the will that urges humanity on
by strong moral pressure.

In the deepest recesses of surreal imaginings,
Issireen awaits to appear in lucid dream
--with a headdress made of a jade of
ivory green upon her spirituous head
of purposeful crystalline.

The only gateway to attain the pure excesses
of her beam, and all that she possesses
is the gleaming illumined stream.

To float on by the mysterious ringing spheres
one by one, finding balance in your curious thinking years,
will gently make ripples where there once were none,
and in the hereafter they make still or remove your weighty tears.

The sole visionary can stir a pool of serenity into chaotic
energies --asymmetries of colors, forms and densities;
which reveal aerie little faces which are reflections of dull
or intense entities. But if you try to seize the intangible wakes
caused by the faerie fins that race --like wings in the wind
of other realities-they will glide thru your fingers like solacing
rain, casually and without pain.

Motion begets motion here, with a sweet gentle touch, as the
oceans of thought first do retreat before the inevitable rush.
Upon your arrival, Issireen can then emerge materialized full
into ethereal space with her hind wings draped over her uniquely
featured legs --outspread across the landscape.

She will be drawn beyond compare. When her immortal image
begins to take shape, a dreamer could naught but feel, but stare. Her eyes will seem to reveal raging complex colors, within
the borders of the iris is the reel of the engaging onyx shutters --into which you will then be the one drawn, drawn into those inescapable eyes. Drawn into the back of beyond -where tranquility lies unsurpassed in it's attribute.

Hear all the sounds that were never mute, see the banners outstretched
but never torn -instruments playing, stars that shoot, and lights that are forever on.

Betwixt and between love longing
and that which I esteem above
most worldly things
-for she is in beauty fair and in
my affections dear-
but does not let for freedom,
first born therein and then spared to ring.


She admits she's not there for me
to redeem my calling or my
dreams. I must myself my own vim repair
and revive my
original vigor to it's spring; for she does not
see them for their worth ,warrant, or as
a guarantee -nor seem to care if I wither
in my quest to set my spirit free.

Naturally it is the sum of our inner forces
which forces us to look back again and again,
perhaps with too much of Anguish in the way,
reminding us of what we have or have not been
-for Anguish bears a semblance to Memory.

And this form of regret tries thru discourses to
look for resources for you to overwhelm. So we
must work hard towards this our goals,
regardless of the hardships
-that puts
us at the helm,
like
a Captain of survival.

One should only look back to correct
the course of their life in effect,
not to
kick themselves in
the hind
for every
slack, but to try to err
on the side of right.

Just remember, if our means have no end,
then our end has no means, to keep
obstinate blockades in the way of our
impassioned & hopeful dreams.

The eternal source of brilliancy is provided the province of

thought  as it cycles thru the organized conscience which you

might ought come to know by it's role of a being that's being

rolled into one, a sole entity with a constant vibrancy that

Genius lent, wherefrom laborers working with hidden aims

and methods can cause dissent amid the source if not well

done: but the tribute paid by a splendid poem repays the
loan without penalties,
( or punishment.)