A storm of wind and rain
Blows through my veins

This gale carries me
Where it will
And ever I feel drawn
To the mother
Of all things

I have set my sails
With only a tempest
To guide me
Heeding only
The call of the wilds

majestic adjectives of contrary harmonies
adverbs in adversity that modify our satisfying actions,
gut punch in our eyes, scrambling the taste buds,
now inoperable, incapacitated to differentiate
what is disturbed - what is sweet - what is impossible.

my days ending is nearer to my god than thee,
the crumblings of what I’ve got left,
stale panko crumbs,
come they in 1000 radium-tipped can-nisters  of
seriously humorous self-destruction,
gifted to you by a few itinerant followers,
brave enough to follow me into the depths
majestic, disordered by radioactive incomprehension,
contrary harmonies, of no particular disorder,
a thousand times, a thousand lines, but none
as perfect poetic as a landmark hallelujah

Look at the beauty in her eyes,
a glow that shines like the sunrise.
Her smile opens up the cloudy skies,
her laughter delights butterflies.
The ocean greets her as she passes by.
Her gorgeous toes leave their mark, saying goodbye.

Gentle breeze through her hair,
she walks elegantly while astonished eyes all stare.
Rosy cheeks cover her face.
A flower-child blossoms, kindly accepting embrace.
She is a thorn-less rose without compare.
She is the love my heart will forever endear.