Meadows: both Sunshine & Darkness

I welcome such passion so animated such a florist; to perish occasionally such outstanding winds as accustomed to floating high; this battle with grandiosity this countenance as blessing at something so spoiled terrifically; our craving eyes our radicalized souls while sanctioned to encounter ghosts; so much to adore as so much to love while days were made so easily; this veil by darkness those seas by command while water and light are ever so symbolic. It took closeness and wrestling private demons as accursed and searching for clearance; those avenues in abandonment our trips through ghetto kingdoms or feeling too privileged as part of something remarkable; those combat helmets or those intricate breastplates into fire and sin and glory; as feeling so unique while decerning testimony to realize deep humility is often prideful; this escape from self this silent monster while most people gaze within and fear but to see. I have privy to rain these elemental segments those sediments encapsulant in raindrops; so arranged as stressed too much begging those years at something interested in one reflection; such a brief period in time to affect a man’s heart where no one is all that concerned; such religiosity where causing destruction is tenet while never censored where bridges are buried; but life is its rewards so thrown into our behaviors insomuch as looking lightless; our dearest personalities this root in our destruction while one is pleading for clarity; that old cliché so embedded in our times where one is want to know itself; as lost creatures or those few settling where most are vying for deepness; this majestic curse those majestic grapes at purpose seen in behaviors; our core stems while underdeveloped insomuch those winds are struggling; as some are content such language and battle while peering at those other persons; to feel perfect with newness as agreed to pass bile where anything less seems inconsiderate; our warring souls this image in sin while contradiction seems evident; the physician is healed and can’t get in while the sinner is privileged and struggles to keep space; this feudal brain this want for longevity while tiring of mediocrity. This easiness this hardness while treasuring manure; or lost in something deeper such a dramatic creature while Love is too much for gravity; these mysteries as contended those few fantasts and measured by behaviors; to have one so filthy to laugh joke and cry while both are aware of pure bile; to respect is non-issue but to abide is clarity where privy speaks to rusty disgusts; so much transgression or so much trespass where one’s dearest pain is an adversary’s sweetest joy; to live with distance or to wonder too often where reasonable doubt is out to lunch; it has become blatant animosity and pure disregard while demanding deep loyalty; to imagine our lives after so many years to wonder about God’s curse. It becomes niceness even with vile creatures where some depend upon reasonable doubt; this future for a man those transmitters unrecognized or to look over at eternity to realize a deeper chasm; this man needing purity of thought or purity of actions where most are not all that concerned; it becomes feeling good and dancing legs where reality is second choice; our realized dilemma given to mercy while sung into deafening silence—this portal by purgatory those in-between states insofar our minds are undergoing dissonance; this cognitive creature those outstanding images so suffused by raw reality; to have met by chance to have died by deliberateness while one swears something is owed; a man but his life a woman but her deeds while many wonder concerning high esteem; this umbrella with such silence this whirlpool with such training while we are cursed by our actions; this strong cliché those miracles at times where sheer wickedness seems so rewarded.