Genuinely a human being
is suppose to listen to bees
Bees are little bumblebees
Dalai Lama is the
Cutest of them
All
Beings
Endure good~ness
Bye
With a mission
Working sweetly
Wonderfully unselfish
Unending
For a greater cause
Forgetting about the fame and the flattery laurels
Achievements and Archibalds
Focusing on liveliness of a recent call n
Frivolous flattering sounds
Are gentle blessings
You'd recon that I adore your
Intense passion for
Poetry
By the looks
By shut eyes eager to be soon open for a glimpse of
Outerness
The listeners are performing
With slightest ****** mimics
With crossed legs open
Changing a position
Scrathes on head
Winking
Nodding
Inwardly borne self dialogues
Your soliloquy
Is the sea of
Love, life
Loving
Me
By the memory
Reciting
Bits of your heart beats
When the tin noise
Of your crying
Tears tears
Apart
Interrupted
Rumbles
When you dream of the mortal coils descendant
As a halflings brought together through
Dissolving into the golden
Cocoons
You've seen two
Butterflies
I've seen one amongst many
Each a divine gift
Within wholeness
You
There's
No peace
When you dissapear
And I yearn to visit a cultural event
In total darkness (if i shut my poetic eyelids and cover them with both palms) then maybe only the blood's tiniest brooks within my fingers may start the signal for the motion pictures inside the ideal world
The World's Spinning
In a Absolutely Poetic
Manner
Kirchenblau
Let me embrace peacfulness
Within the secret garden
Let me taste of your
Nectary thoughts
Let me lead you through
Thundery waters
Silk veils and lyricism
Let me lead you through
Fire and ice n'all that is
Nice
Let me . . . oh . . . Let me
Suffice
Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 2:44 PM UTC
Genuinely a human being
is suppose to listen to bees
Bees are little bumblebees
Dalai Lama is the
Cutest of them
All
Beings
Endure good~ness
Bye
With a mission
Working sweetly
Wonderfully unselfish
Unending
For a greater cause
Forgetting about the fame and the flattery laurels
Achievements and Archibalds
Focusing on liveliness of a recent call n
Frivolous flattering sounds
Are gentle blessings
You'd recon that I adore your
Intense passion for
Poetry
By the looks
By shut eyes eager to be soon open for a glimpse of
Outerness
The listeners are performing
With slightest ****** mimics
With crossed legs open
Changing a position
Scrathes on head
Winking
Nodding
Inwardly borne self dialogues
Your soliloquy
Is the sea of
Love, life
Loving
Me
By the memory
Reciting
Bits of your heart beats
When the tin noise
Of your crying
Tears tears
Apart
Interrupted
Rumbles
When you dream of the mortal coils descendant
As a halflings brought together through
Dissolving into the golden
Cocoons
You've seen two
Butterflies
I've seen one amongst many
Each a divine gift
Within wholeness
You
There's
No peace
When you dissapear
And I yearn to visit a cultural event
In total darkness (if i shut my poetic eyelids and cover them with both palms) then maybe only the blood's tiniest brooks within my fingers may start the signal for the motion pictures inside the ideal world
The World's Spinning
In a Absolutely Poetic
Manner
Kirchenblau
Let me embrace peacfulness
Within the secret garden
Let me taste of your
Nectary thoughts
Let me lead you through
Thundery waters
Silk veils and lyricism
Let me lead you through
Fire and ice n'all that is
Nice
Let me . . . oh . . . Let me
Suffice
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