Thursday, July 25, 2019

Forgiveness as Redemption


…back to dreams, flooring through blues, such a curious, reserved creature: so frantic our bliss, attuned to losing, our freeway trauma: such melodious Jazz, an armoire for sinners, so rebuked, so revoked, redeeming a solaced feeling: blamed for winning, so many hounds, to knit a secret close and tightly: such evident cries, so many seasons to grin, at perils to escape: rehab lottery, so found in an instant, rebooted, searching clarity, and left with memories: ten pages inward, rehearsing those mirrors, such sincerity and subject to rejection: to give in earnest, so rectitude, where pains cleave, and nightmares have clung: so dangerous, so respectful, as nights become evenings: so adored by seeds, but pensive by design, to reason, know, and recalculate: surface tension, re-familiarity, singing for sung, over a juicy burger: softer sins, silent sins, while emotions are regurgitated: a queasy violence, anger rising, repeated, demonstrated, and held hostage: for such behavior, this hard road, our ambient skies: refitted, rewound, so close, but time is toasty: those powerful passions, those characteristics, but Agony is refocused….

…an incredible miracle, to apologize, turn from behavior, and never commit that infraction again: our consoling eyes, our radiant countenance, so remarkable, so brilliant: but hell was fluent, and hell knew names, at tragedy, comfort, and misdirection: so normal those scars, as nothing upon earth, fragmented, neatly untidy, and such an untied creature: mimicked behavior, redeemed frustration, plus, a forward disposition: intrusive flies, opinionated lady bugs, while a good argument leads to cooking: at deep wonders, this place in time, while Love cooks frantically: fevered designs, scrubbing our bodies, graphed by poison: so redeemed, doctoring ourselves, prescribing an overhaul: light mechanics, atomic change, scooping up Infinity: those years, our first staircase, and needing reciprocity: those angry winds, those carefree clouds, where calm voices meet minds: such resentment, such planetariums, such mixed emotions: our haven hearts, those nuts and bolts, where Love is so sincere: to need hope, to restructure bonds, to laugh and play and re-marble our senses….

…so tightened, such a new creature, flying into appropriate responses: a sad texture, a fighting war, so encouraged, so reinforced, while nervous concerning whiplash: an imposing fugue, a screaming dream, at both mirrors and disbelief: an ex-puppet, now a puppeteer, while remarkably responsible: a better human, a closer friend, both developed and under-weather: touching shrubberies, identifying with snails, while moving attempting pace: a florid brain, a saintly aura, while rumbling is taking place: but a chain of flowers, or an unbelievable ghost, destined to outsoar screams: such watery fire, such a rasp to midnight, pursuing pure passion: those wailing incentives, at such determination, with a world crawling shoulders: those interior trumpets, those reaching determinants, so out-classified, with both affection and love looming: that gallery of pictures, those free-flowing miracles, while eyes see subtleties: abrasive remarks, a sensitive nature, a remarkable family….

We respect, love and adore resilience: this spacial atmosphere, those courageous ambassadors, so seated, so alive, at pure wisdom: to live existence, to unite with magistrates, while wrestling with yesternight: so diligent, semi-mystic, quasi-supernal: as flying creatures, tussling an intensive kingdom, with memories to subdue: whet for success, sliding through rings, and conscious of potholes: miracle minds, outstanding faiths, skiing and surfacing and paragliding: dusky moons, fevered ambition, such dolor, such garbs, such halos.

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