PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

For I exist as a vapor only to appear for a little why then I am no more

as a heart explodes with the lotion of laughter to unfold I digress

tapestry on the wall has divisions of sought after fervor exposed

for as a young man I used to dream immaculate dreams of kings & queens

a challenge to be free was a question of time my own solution is using my mind

think of a path leading to a barren forest exposed to its elements

as you walk your very soul permeates love filled up in song

long columns of pillars lie on the enchanted barrier as if a whisper

there are things to take notice upon such as moss with green composition

leaves are torn with various colorization of blue, red, & green

as a vortex through the light beams a filtration aura

a whisper leads to an angelic being where sounds of mystical fascination ensue

if only I could touch the very him of its vested garment

then alone again I cry in the very silence of my own thoughts & fears

for I shed a single tear to help numb the inner pain

Come with me bury thee in a barrier by the sea with a sweet melody

the noise had stopped in the forest then I resigned to my hamoc

life is but a mystery then in time you will see the fullest extent of reality

not since Pegasus and Orion have we come into the realization of thought

to proclaim happiness to the mass populace amidst a tragedy left in sullen brevity

for I am here as a fragrance sprayed out on all mankind alive to be

in the moment with love nestled in the very fabric of existence shun the resistance

can't even wink to dismiss this earthly bliss in a time well spent in thought

come with me stay with me as we bask in the vast expanse between space and time

why does one equate logic with fear for in our differences I will show I really care

For I exist as a figment in imaginative thought along the barren path

Everyone seems to be touched by the impulse the very vibration of love's resolve

falling emblems taunt a hidden resolve toward a quest for more but then of what

for I can be reflected as a mirror shown to brighten a heated horizon

perhaps I existed before time began in some quaint little dwelling along the barren sod

we each look through things as if in golden nuggets of thought exposed to the elements

let go of your ambition released for the white dove in the sky will truly fly

for when I came into being I sought love to share with all those faces who truly care