This is, the Creator's Delight!
The Sun through the rain opens a rainbow of color.
Resounding within layers upon layers
Vibrational tones & hues.

Flowing continuously
Into each Arc & Convenient.

The seven flowering, whirling lights
Spin, emanating their specific color
Thousands upon thousands of tones & hues.

Shinning outward
Purple, Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, and Blue.

Standing together in harmony
Each a Rising Sun
A reflection of a reflection
Repeated in countless rays
Reaching from the rising base
An outstretched  fan.
  
Etched up on my mind
This memory  lingers long past sunset
Within the fan's folds
For here resides the mystery of Light.

With Great understanding. Great wisdom, knowledge and joy.
Love Arise!!
In Unity!  
The Creator's delight!
In Unity!
Love Arise!!
With Great understanding. Great wisdom, knowledge and Joy.

For here resides the mystery of Light.
Within the fan's folds
This memory  lingers long past sunset
Etched upon my mind

An outstretched  fan.
Reaching from the rising base
Repeated in countless rays
A reflection of a reflection
Each a rising sun
Standing together in harmony

Purple, Red, Orange, Yellow, Green  and Blue.
Shinning outward

Thousands upon thousands of tones & hues.
Spin, emanating their specific color
The seven flowering, whirling lights

Into each  Arc & Convenient.
Flowing continuously

Vibrational tones & hues.
Resounding within layers upon layers
The Sun through the rain opens a rainbow of color.
This is, the Creator's Delight!

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, hanging on these little things life grants us is the reason of our survival;]


in his feels

I know I see

the drowned drips of the feet

smiles of the fakes he sweeps

lick the lips and motion the blondes to touch

hearts to brush

always as also so little as much

thinking when he means of the ones and the twos

the whispers and the apples to smell to near

hairs so dark for the safe to fear

maybe then the want would not haste

or not for the come to paste

invisible to the seen to the face

on the yellows they still remain

or blue flowers on the neck I wish the belongs come to make


                                                                               -------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, the burdens that we hold are for our backs to curve years of wisdom---to reach peace:}


hard for me to express

the things you left in me are in mess

the buildings so high scared to my *******

believed things come now to their bests

acceptance of the unknown faces that bloom on the yellow stairs

moments I found it a burden to bare

then you another ranger in those brown tiles

made me drink that blue liquor made me smile

laughter in the wooden walls I will uncover soon

even when the visits brought a past gloom

searching is something I was meant to do on those borders

never will I know or remember unless I read the folders

feel the flies in the green lands

a tingle plastered on the hands

but nothing more than that stance you ******

put a lot of grace because of a simple caring lace

is it okay if this while took a late

that mere second has been stuck written on my fate

those arms gambled with my noes

even though a little lie

didn't hurt

didn't go

far from the beyonds

that red sweater

a path to the wallpaper

to the given weather


                                                                                  -------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, never and I mean ever skip a song because of a childish intro!!!LISTEN TILL THE END:>


blame me for my blind eye

hesitant on the hearing not the see it dies

blame me on the reason

my last years gone depressed season

began so dull so dumb a childish try

turns out to be so **** hard to deny

drunk on the chorus that switches its motives

its so called focus

pleasant for the ear

a fancy for the crescent defeater

one with a furious raged demeanor

on the mind a wild falling pleader

thief of previous cherry symphonious instrumental feeder

to be a runaway to the arrogant feels a betrayal

when it absolutely sways the Venuses to the ultimate portrayal

to be so precious a part in the hallway gone crazy gone jealous

to be so malefic in the addicting becoming a bit waste of the Chellos

to be so lonely on the glared faults

on the failed dreams of filling constant thoughts

repressed upon charmed up lingering past fonts

plastered on the admit

flustered on the submit

a fine line between

some

savior a haven an unknown felon

some

killer a torturer soured up lemon


                                                                       ------ravenfeels

Buttercups
are thin and yellow
Roses
red and thick like blood
if families can be described as flowers
which one do you think
is us?