I words that are simple fr the brigade of taste.
Takes you away through both time & space
We learn to embrace each an every step of the way
Words that could uplift & heal;
Here are a few of such delicate pieces:

Collective Tapestry 5


A Taste Of Joy

onto a barren flask
a brand new task
falling emblems on the floor
a cry for more

at the impulse of it's joy
calling the leaves out onto it's ploy
look deep inside your swell
a taste of joy,

cleave to the honor of each impulse
in my decayed frame
let me be the first to explain;
a highway with wheels of transformation

the less that you give you have more for the taken
wandering
wandering
in a field of folly
the wanting
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A Soft Surprise

pull back the blanket from your hidden eyes
a soft surprise
the tongue of the innocent
in memory of an order

the shelter
in social disorder
the flames of love's conquest
no shoulder to cry

the faint of the butterfly
time well spent in thought
the elapse of time stands alive
creatures, features & soft feathers

strong dreams forever
no matter what the weather
it gets better
under the pulse of the hidden vein


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Rule The World

onto each episode
let the truth be told
love sparks the flame
let me be the first to explain

many there be want to rule the world
to elevate faced to contemplate
turned to fate
make no mistake

lines being drawn in the sand
when to understand
violent eyes of poetry

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Memo­ry Of The Moment

in the hour of death
I must clearly confess
life is but a test
you'd be wise to look west

onto the vergence of the sea
life is but a mystery
falling Elms in the trees
the mountain top peak

shared through the memory of the moment

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V­isions

hunger for longing
of heaven's desire
come quikly to the plains
herald to the visions

left under the bridge
listen deep to the words
quaint visions from the sky
a faithful passerby

cling free to the eye
the tender longing
the ambush of togetherness
ceiled with a kiss

visions in my mind
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­In The Days Of Old

in the days of old
let the truth be told
a king would dwell
outside it's forbidden swell

the throne would behold
of kings and queens
the summer breeze
cadence through the trees

A Bob Ross portrait
composed of bells and rings
stand below the fire
a quaint vested desire

with words of parting quest
life is but a test
to enter into its rest
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Suns­et Superman

the plagues through the flames
the mentally insane
the Sunset Superman
the thought of yes we can

through barren days of gold
let the truth be told
Ronnie James Dio would unfold
through eyes of flames

who are we to blame
the song remains the same
he lurks over heavy bounds
with emmense sounds

over the hills and far away
a shadowy figure awaits
to help summon a parting passing few
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