Cri Per sooth a lbay Goyle
way hem- raging letter

(p)Frozen shell, thaw sleeting
Pulsing necks harelm glow-in
after math of the shadowy fight

her's filling glaint, gladly save
entice weary charter banner
pilling sooth sabre

Immerseyourself, freeself lead soul
not that of a barron but soon
something/ ethers awept & taken
back from ground
back from reprose
back from amist
Groomed tooken & Vol = best
my friends & love
i am awept

The heart is sore
but singing...
and in its song
hope breathes

a stubborn will
like weeping willows
bending but not breaking
It beats on...

Against the light of the sun
The glow of the moon
from the soft of the dirt
amist the filth of the earth
I burst through

Through concrete walls,
of aching scars
unable to to stop this beating heart
I break through it all

I remove the weeds
I make room
For all the beautiful
flowers
that have yet to bloom

Do me a favor
and piece together your shards,
and may they eclipse the moon
so your seas might be calmed.
Then you can tally the stars
amist the dark parts of your thoughts.
And when the sky falls,
we will walk amung your
many suns.

Methinks resurgence of wakefulness
after bewitching hour i.e. midnight
quickly dissipating before dawn
quasi baptism regarding
preternatural soulful immersion
amidst spiritus mundi

foretaste awaiting expiration
regarding corporeal being
yours truly approaching mortality,
despite atheistic predilections
mine consciousness anointed
amist pantheon renown authors

analogous to dead poet society
ephemerally, fleetingly, gloriously
rejuvenated injecting inspiration
channeling, kindling, tindering
divine ethereal effervescence
allowing, enabling, proffering

exquisite jubilant outlook,
albeit phenomenal, quintessential, surreal
flash dancing unbelievable arabesque
spellbinding one garden variety
no name brand mortal
with dizzying evocative

silent springing summer
re: August gifted wordsmiths
avast swath of diverse
literary creative minds
amalgamation spanning
representative creeds, ethnicities,

genders, nationalities, religions...
disembodied spirits
peacefully commingling
immortal legendary outsize resplendent
universally vaunted writers
inaccessible to communicate

become linkedin while
this body (me) electrified
with sensory awareness
merely sneak preview
after life coming attractions,
nonetheless spark zealousness

to hone poetic craftsmanship
never approaching supreme
talent these masters endowed
yet also aspiring
to tamp down intimidation
beholding gold standard

benchmarked excellence
no matter mine deft
flourishes with English language
never earns raves
still enjoyment arises
enamored with kickstarting

indulging reverence expressing
emotions, thoughts, yearnings...
thru milieu courtesy
twenty six symbols,
where dictionary equals Bible

said tome in tandem with thesaurus
treasure trove of untold delight
and affinity since boyhood
until...corporeal flesh
attains posthumous summons.

Like hiking in the fog.
Only the brightest or burning memory shines through
Some of these memories are just mine, others I’ve shared with you
Some places on my path are beautiful and  stunning
While others feel their placement is uncanny and cunning
When I walk my memory lane, I see growth through the pain
Tears, Love, Finding oneself I did gain
The more path I create, the more is can see what creates a memory lane
As I seek to move forward, I will choose happiness, and not in vain
I promise myself I will seek moments of joy, growth, and security.
For all other factors that do not matter, I will keep in the fog and leave them blurry
So the next time I take a stroll I will see all beauty
To see what has blossomed amist the rain
To see what has grown and what has changed.
Yes, the beautiful path is mine to create
Mine to allow those who will stamp by fate.
For now, I know what to seek.
To make a beautiful memory lane complete

Scattered thoughts are all around me..
My questions how they they grow..

I desire such sweet solice,
Yet terrors', all I know.

The mountains, say they hear me,
The rain on tin roofs ring..

While withered demons gather to hear the angels sing.
And alabaster horses swirl.., to hear their metal cling.

Their hooves grow so impatient,
While precious time awaits...
And seconds drop in bundles ...
Amist their pearly gates.

Music lives within me, it's all that I can hear,
The rythm, soothes me simple..

Please... Always, keep it near.

Timing back to tick tock, the clocks make them unwind...

Your words, seem cheap and easy,
Yet so humbled and so kind.

I come across as normal.. but,
back to nothing I become...
From music cleft to ending note..

My heart beats a different drum.