Monday, April 1, 2019
Champions
We ignore thickets,
up until havoc, or where railroads converge: at several doors, such prithee
wishes, our souls re-captured: such jaded turquoise, at mahogany eyes, while
sightless and disappearing: but abracadabra, and hocus pocus, such wild
gentility: as twofold creatures,
separating lives, a delicate anniversary: at noon laughing, wailing about
nature, our mirror passion: to die forever, this slow pace, while promised some
philosophic island: this rain trickling, upon a moon of sunshine, re-knitting a
delicate theorem. …since immortal chimes, we’ve danced and
celebrated, where others are watching: protecting our homes or seeking revenge,
while someone is whispering:
those delicate legs, that aesthetic chin, or barrels of wisdom tucked in our
cuffs: this gorgeous mystery, this female dynasty, or
men made perfect by happiness: at
several chimneys, remodeling soot, or puffing while blowing smaze: our
porcelain pianos, our poetic violins, if but to realize our dreams: at center
front, those frontal poses, tinkering
with our behaviors: so certain with
time, so uncertain with levity, or knee to throat invested in church: this
world of reminders, this casual forgiveness, while souls weigh options: but life is deciduous, our leaves clumpy and
beautiful, our reasoning pointing to attributes…. We
thole through existence, we re-time our tables, we become consummate actors:
but love is genuine, as a heavy emotion, while survival becomes paramount: so uneasy, at cozen fountains, or so honest it’s
impossible to walk away: either/or, those cleats kicking, our diamonds
glistening, our souls apocalyptic: such precious feeling, searching for nectar,
or informed about deserts: (so
many windows, but shattered his guts, while replaced something died: as humans
conquer, subjugating behaviors, or swarming in circles: those exceptions, or
such acceptance, where one chances upon a forest): moreover, such vivid roses,
as time sits in abeyance, where newness seems intoxicating: this river of dusky
tulips, this ocean of failed contempt, while miracles appear in portraits. We grow feelings, losing innocence,
becoming adult participants:
but years were giddy, and years were playful, and to see it again harps a
silent sentiment: those blueberry smiles, those raspberry laughs, at cake and
lemon juice: if but so gentle, our souls amazed, where others inquire of that
bond: such reaching intimacy, such imperfect souls, where reality plays its
guitar: at fuller moons, at sacred Shrines, or a bit
confused concerning sentimentality: this lake of incidents, this re-coiled
knot, while something tragic sprinkles something entrenching: those silent
hydrants, this fount in cartoons, those realities seeming inconsequential: if
but by fixing, if but by rekindling, if but our perceptions: ever a thin
course, while taken by humanness, where a seed might play her part: as rarely a lonely seating, but ever a lonely
feeling, while souls long for something hermetic: our gutty wars, our helium
guts, our gutty cares. …such
indelible mindstuff, our mandala chaos, our years to embarrassments: where others capitalize, while speaking ill-tempered, while easing into
a position: this daily fight, to battle
for our dreams, where fleetingness seems apparent: this internal raffle, our
needs for happiness, as requiring full time attention: this rosy scream, where
daughters desire carriages, while mothers fail to inform beauty: those delicate
eyes, this delicate vision, while father states such remarkable work: while floundering romance, or philanthropic
escapades, a soul must maintain its momentum: indeed, needing Casanova, this
disappearing machine, while steady for something fawning daily: or needing
Quixote, if but a desired dream, while designating a therapist: such wise men,
at this writing kingdom, while at war seeming together: thereinto, those poetic
women, desiring mutuality, where both specialize in seduction: a rose there, a
poem here, a trip to Niagara Falls: but a precious seed, or precious needs,
embarking second to minute: this time-capsule, our days for hobbies, our family
outings: those nightly challenges, so easy upon liquor, so underrated: as men
flying, as women soaring, while eagles are jealous: to sing forever, this song
of birds, or those sidereal gazes: to love by action, while never mere
presence, at intimate dialogue….
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