I
realize condition, so sweet a smile sparking tense sentiments; at that
vulnerable sequence at those delicate drums while souls aggregate; but Love is
tipsy, and such a challenge, where father is watchful.
Our musical metaphysics
our courageous homes while it feels nice to adore; our blackbird diamonds or
hearts this driller while phantoms appear at winter’s edge.
I have declined
passionate melancholy re-sensed in soils where owls are becoming wolves; but a
daughter is heaven a poetess is Europe while is should be normal to bless only
one’s people.
I,
too, advocate closure, or rising hawks, where an eagle seems afraid; such crude
lessons while becoming diplomatic insomuch as missing details; but dangers excel
old thoughts become new pillars while many are not testing, vetting, or
verifying systematic beliefs; our peaks at noon or morning oceans where a ship
has sailed for half a century; those weeping willows those waxing seaweeds as
one ecstatic to reach sands.
I
have noticed America—she supports, endorses, or ignores her countrymen. She is
harsh upon her sisters where she tolerates broken homes—but mainly, she
endeavors by freedoms; this right to exist, this passion to create, where she
turns an eye away from failings. Deeper truths, plus, a contradiction, for
America has labelled her citizens.
But
seconds are polaroid those screaming young souls while eating is presently an
interruption; those established families those outstanding links insomuch a
feeling has levitated.
I read around I saw
goodness while most are preoccupied. This will become our ties our immortal
fulcrum over more days to surrender; while life is adult even more than
antiquity where reality is multidimensional. But this man missed his mark,
America has spoken, where such intensity occupies every encounter. It must be
the poet while one sees too much where something like actualities shall, or
should, remain unspoken. This surrender we speak, those alignments we expect,
where most are unqualified for head manager.
I
should speak beauty or aesthetics or thoughts to some romantic creature; to
bombard with everything said, or claim existence in the fairer bosom, while
dying to arrive at something I cannot maintain. There is a delicate line and
many miss it until those established moments. I, nevertheless, sing or chime or
support those hidden challenges; a remarkable mountain, a picturesque tablet,
at rich debates investigating love; this young person’s territory, requiring
inexperience, or so steep in psychology one structures good times; maybe a yogi
or maybe simplicity at something too perfect to question; our dear privy our
dark understanding plus a few insecurities and we drift from sea-cage to
guillotine.
