Tempestuous angels shape
Inner angels
Laid as
transposition
design of one lovely lovely
being who once saw heavens
and a hand of God there
partially enjoying
This sacred intimacy of
Organic Puffy
lambs repose to mortem ipsum
measuring meandres of butterflies
in my mind tummy's mimicry of moral
cathegories only to those who perceived
something as such
Body is a body yet we think
distinctive difference
when subject or a predicat
are in mind~ heart~thoughts
sublime
Onenness
and particularity:
proportions to Antecedens to Consequetias  
lovely etapes of young yet
real old life
cyclone
on a bycicle
of wrath and wonders
neverending
Neverland aware of It-Self
by cosmic serpent   wave pattern  anouncing it's
cycle of pointing nowhere else el Elysium dispersing
the mirrors reflection just to Gather it together
in a cusp of life's elixir sweet and sour
to humans only not to immortal vine
veins where salmon jumps
willingly to open
grizzlys lust for
energy
divine
knowing their
love debt pays
off as in-carnation
Incarnatio
Integrity
Mayas
Aeons
Aions
Reeling
shape­ Shifts streams of consciousness
Emerging as
A fabulous
Omnipresent finger of Faith
fulfiled with alive clouds
Heartfelt colourful Cedar essences
and a spectrum of sharp larch tree leaves
tender transient orchestra nature of many faces
passsing by as facets of magnolias pollen
were
the insight
sounds were Revealed as
Eternal
Love
for
Music Divine
Rainbow wariors drawn over the horizon
of the known Universe to love the primordial
Void Emanating Odes of Big Bangs
A bow of light's harphiscord
Protective Madam
Madonna Prima et Ultima
Palpitations of Pondering Pieta
Of Our World
Swayed in hands
I
of swines we revrewinding our wake-up walk
dissolving black wars of unconsciousness to bow to Beauty
I
Embraced we approach
as affirmative pat on a back
Graceful caress on womanly cheek,
bare *******, bodies by bones rattlled
touched marching peacefully
toward the seats of an old caffe
where lotus flowers grow
within beautiful little lake
I
within the core of a
Lovely capital city Our city of dreams
There is a park
I
on our
right
there is
o' de naturel
library under
the tree crowns
free leisure for kids
on the swings and slides
over there where our love
was heading
spinning
the wheel
of fortune
Peripatheticos
never stand above their nails
but were using softest sandals
to touch firm grasp of grasses and white
Sands

~~~


a new month
dawns in subtle colors
sky stippled
slate grey in the vast deep
but the horizon
anouncing the glory of the sun
a pastel dream of
lilac ashes and peach lavender
the light barely touching
the bottoms of the clouds with
masterful brushstrokes

~~~

mesquite tree's
leaves and delicate twigs
a hunter green foreground
like a world of
pointulistic branching corals
against the air
dappled and breathing
like the side of a great stallion
grazing peaceful
but within moments ready
to canter into
a new day



(c) soulsurvivor
november 1, 2014