…we
need that aura, we plummet in chase, to arrive realizing loses: intuition
stronger, analysis richer, where romance is intelligence: our wells dancing,
our hearts in approval, our minds missing naivety: to run through deserts,
filled with emotion, becomes too spontaneous: at souls unraveling, at tears
tasting sodium, at pet-shops musing upon bluebirds: this subtle essence, this
link through antiquity, plus, an omic truth: our minds filtering input, our
hearts chancing radiance, while love is so orderly this way: to dismiss
something mawkish, in exchange for something serious, while men need this
reality: such cold lovemaking, while our bodies are satiated, our souls are
raging for that phone call: as entrapped, enwrapped, as people too disgusted
with anything else: or that kind respect, that furious intensity, tugging, nay,
devouring heaven: such womanly amore, our hearts shooting through traffic, our
minds an holy discipline: those songbirds, while laughing at Jell-O, attempting
to plant asters in our freezers: this ransom for pain, this totem for love, our
fiber appealing to our senses….
…mayflies
as short examples, our lives painted in delicacies, while reading Thich Nat
Hanh—this variable seeping, as living its course, our exchange for mastery: to
peer at youngsters, such animal kindness, such animal luxuries: our aches
traveling, our disasters a bit radiant, where one sees this internal
war-screen: that mental pirate, or pirates repenting, to witness as life
evolves our behaviors become civilized: as mere a gesture, speaking to certain
social groups, where arts become individual expression: that torn abandonment,
those hijacked emotions, where most analyze grasshoppers: that clump of grass,
that red ant, those squirrelly squirrels….
…snap
a wishbone, as illuminated by hearts, to fancy a piece of self: that marvelous
intellect, this reason for admiration, or tears dripping with hostility: our
jealous tendencies, to need that aura, to chase that aura: our impulses
chasing, to glance over yonder, to witness love manifesting: that other chase,
those immortal musicians, indeed, those cello examiners: where resentments
come, our father’s pushiness, our mother’s docility (or vice-versa): our charms
by exospheres, our dreams as captured, where our hearts have analyzed Faith: at
joys with reason, at terrible isolation, while our quarters are fraught by
fabulous things: to arrive at passion, despite our intellects, where something
shelters our uneasiness: those hard won legacies, those violins silenced, but
trumpets are blaring: those rabid feelings, that rabid curse, while nothing is
complete: wherewith, are frustrations, to fly so richly, while needing
something simplicity offers: those sophic ladybugs, while apt for love, and so
astute and perceptive….
…awareness
breeds solutions; where intuition guides talent; while we drift admiring
animals: our primates as civilized, but ever to alertness, for something wild
lives, therein: our glow as demanding, our hearts thumping baseballs, our
glasses rattling: our parrots whistling, our mothers apologizing, our souls
adrift feeling sun-rain: our midwinter heat-storm, our pure denial, or those
missing links while standing firmly: this principle in souls, to reap from harvest,
to plant our dynasties: this life for riches, our souls for love, our minds for
knowledge: this triad influence, to sift our jewels, while racing through our
deliveries: our pelted survival, our glorious networks, our glorious
subtleties: where life is eyewear, and thoughts are numerological, our brains
carrying scythes: to glance left-wise, to see rapture, to believe in more…!
