"unadultered" poems
i perch
like a mindful, tiny bird's spirit,
on the very cusp of the milkyway.
a mere wisp,
of an evocative thought,
a dreams first seed,
a speck of fairydust,
in the iris,
of tentative belief.
i have,
yet
to travel the spirals
of the windmill mind,
yet
to be fortified by conjecture,
ratified by trial of fire.
my inchoation began,
at the galaxies birth,
yes
i am a by-product of
the big bang.
and
yes i too,
have seen
how and why,
god made the heavens,
such an alluring shimmer
of blue,
and why
all things,
great and small.
need the spark,
the desire to accede,
to the wont,
to ascend to
something
higher and more profound.
i am,
external,
internal,
eternal,
grace,
i am
in the tears of
sad sorrow,
i am
in the magic of
unadultered joy
in
the laugh of a child,
the flight of a bee,
the glimpse of tommorrow
the purr of a cat,
the bark of a dog,
the roar of a lion,
the ribbet of a frog,
in an old womans glance,
the first kiss of new lovers,
in a babes first smile,
in the fragrance of flowers
left in memorium,
in each and every
spark
of flighted fireworks.
i am
to be found
for i am
hope
and
i abide eternally,
in all.
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 4:37 PM UTC
i perch like a mindful,
tiny bird's spirit,
on the very cusp of the milky
way.
a mere wisp of a thought,
a dreams first seed,
a speck of fairydust,
in the iris of tentative belief.
i have yet to travel the spirals
of the windmill mind,
yet to be fortified by conjecture,
ratified by trial of fire.
my inchoation began,
at the galaxies birth,
yes i am a by-product
of the big bang.
and yes i too,
have seen how and why,
god made the heavens,
such an alluring shimmer of blue,
and why all things, great and small.
need the spark,
the desire to accede,
to the wont,
to ascend to something...
higher and more profound.
i am external, internal grace,
i am in the tears of sad sorrow,
i am in the magic, of unadultered joy
in the laugh of a child,
the flight of a bee,
the glimpse of tommorrow
the purr of a cat,
the bark of a dog,
the roar of a lion,
the ribbet of a frog,
in an old womans glance,
the first kiss of new lovers,
in a babes first smile,
in each and every spark of
a flighted firework.
i am to be found
for i am hope
and i abide in all.
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 1:43 AM UTC
I keep getting itchy ears
& this burning feeling
deep in my heart.
And lately it feels like
I've disappeared inside myself,
thinking only about her.
She's so sweet and fair,
her hair has captured the sunshine,
she walks trance-like swiveling heads
& glitter flows from her fingertips.
Some say she's a witch
& a good one at that,
but I can't say if that's for real.
One thing is for sure,
she is pure,
pure unadultered magic
& I think,
I think maybe
I'm in love
with a pretty witch.
And well, now that
I think about her
amazing effect on me,
maybe it is her,
her captivating,
conjuring a love spell
just on me!
We'll see...only time will tell!
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 6:04 AM UTC
I want a man
not just any man
I want God's man
hand-picked
kingdom appointed
for such a woman as his . . .
Im looking for a love
not just any love
I want the God kind of live
filling a heart that beats
to the kingdom's rhythm
unadultered
Holy Ghost saturated
that kinda love
can't be rated. . .
poured out
runnin' ovah
like water in a glass
already full of good things
smooth as silk
yet tough as a rope
wrapping around my soul
keepin' it all together
forever
with room enough for me
to be
a woman
not just any woman
God's woman
whole and free
to love you
the way I want you to love me
with a love
not just any love
but the God kind of love
rich as a sinful dessert
pure as tried gold
the kind of love that can hold
onto your hand
and God's at the very same time
delivered from all other ties that bind
and yes
Im free enough to wait. . .
for a man
not just any man
but the man
who understands
and knows what love means
and lives what God says. . .
and wants what I want
a real love
a strong love
a tall love
agape love.
God's love.
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 3:22 AM UTC
sacred and naive
leafling
unadultered
leafling unaware
leafling you are untouched
and perfectly content
polluted just a phase
--
don't you dare bloom
don't you dare.
Aug 19, 2021
Aug 19, 2021 at 5:03 AM UTC
when i stop for a moment
during this busy day
my mind always wanders
off to think of you...
and in these pleasant moments of which
there are far too few
i am to be found dreamily
gazing back to a sky blue day
and as i awake from these
moments of unadultered bliss
i am often wont to sigh
and blow a secret ,
kiss...your way...
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 7:55 PM UTC