I
suggest we live, as filled with purpose, as cautious of ourselves; for this is
living, the grandness of death, as resurrected in jars. I couldn’t but see,
this force of wolves, as driven in our souls; where a gesture stimulates, this
thing of comforts, only to annihilate us. We must be careful, even as hybrid
children, adrift a hostile world; where pain carries meaning, and joys carry pressure, as if the lights are dim. I challenge our kids, to invest in love, as
screaming this inner God; to know her name, as one to vibrate, to know that
crooked position; as seen in fires, the softest whispers, as carried into
dimensions. We love you more, as suffering a score of heartaches—this inward
classification; to die in subtleties, to live in vagueness, as to see a mirror
and perish softly. I see us dying, in need of therapy, but so far ashamed; for
action is law, this thing of condemnation, as to rock gently on a porch. I gave
a cloth, sealed in St. Paul, as agile as Barnabas; where it couldn’t be real,
this ring for graduation, this best friend as silent; to watch our pain, and
refuse to perish, as even for our behalf; where pain is law, as coupled with
joys, to forget our humanities. I see us living, as therewith a scar—that
further evolved; to outwit fate, herewith a soul, as I pardon mother; this vast
entity, this deadly serpent, this woman invading my dreams. I watch you, as
composed in memories, this symphony of traumas; to have but tears—and a bit too
jaded, to know heart as a crisis; in which, is life, the woes of bliss, to
recognize the jokers; for this was true, to raise a villain, where fate altered
destiny. It mustn’t be real, this inner swan, as singing so softly; where it
mustn’t be real, this sudden thump, as to ponder our essence; where life is
good, as afraid of naivety, as one trekking through sandstorms; wherewith, are
rubies, plus a telic dream, to hold us in adversity; so I challenge the winds,
as skiing the slopes, infused by ninety miles an hour; where love is born, and
songs are birthed, and hearts are bold.
