Just another poem nay, a careless caressing of the wretched Heart that found. With the gravity lying in beat, bereaving the staple of flesh its blighted crown, rivers mellow down these cheeks alight; At long last, a blessed streams liquid sound. The pumping chambers of those who mourn, the tears of an alien transparency, an oath unearthing an estranged Traveler from thought, of the misplaced costs and benefits as carefully unguided as these. Damning contracts and their clients misgivings, pronged expectations and tenuous moans; A withering soul punctured by its self-inflicting profanities, dust-bones lifting propensities on dying diligence, billowing and turmoil, flakes and shutters the ground... . But waiting on this day, soothing waterfalls reigned; The calmest touch of purest, simplest kindness soothed and gelled his tender spirit, and the ceaseless ringing of his heart finally quelled. It exhaled through the partings of grief and the salty stinging of his eyes, a display existing not till now, where his cloak of shame barreled on winds forsaken, Its result avowing to him true melancholy and song. Teeming praises celebrating the cleansing of blotting stains shackling him to dim and dark mentalities, A cry yearning for victory, a message aiming for the forgotten hope. In lieu of these events unchanging, So shall the words of my pen bring these acts together in an exchange, claiming this grieving moment embracing me. For when the page of my wounded heart unfolds, I realize the Sons piercing awakening stills my soul; And the single wave of life echoes and bears relief in His name. And salted by newfound Joys kiss, my Heart humbly begins to spread its wings, Even still, the impoverished reactions brush up their resolves; a midnights barter wanton keeps its bargain. Yet amidst the depression stars soak up their evenings of sun, in the vivid namesake leading fleeting hearts to make pastures anew. A microscopic heats shining discovery, inadvertently fixing the Light upon my brow, a storehouse in place to harvest a laughing soul, and to become the flame of everything, ~to Treasure like Kites the Free
Posted on: Thu, 01 Jan 2015 03:28:44 +0000
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