Impression Uprising

Dear Flesh,

What are these thoughts of unrest

They are not familiar to me

I’m not quite sure I like them

They provide doubts and disbeliefs

Of what I know is love

Of what I have found

I have learned not to trust these feelings that arise

Such confusion………

Why do you do this?

You leave me wanting to push, to pull, to find something

That tells me different from this current situation

Tell me something I know to be true

Don’t leave this hanging over my head

Do what my unspoken heart longs to feel

Forget not the strings that are connected my beating devotion

Beloved,

For I have a firm grasp on what your eyes tell me

And I’m secure in it

Like the lock fixed around you that only my key can open

Animating Drizzles

This rainy day, I sit still and collect my thoughts

They bring me to my fathers throne

Knowing that my joy and substance is found constant in my savior

The dreary mist to me has never been of somber injustice,

But of a peaceful revitalization of my spirit.

Showing me restoration of life.

That encourages the deepest loathes.

Puddles and splashes invigorating watery substances

That point to the pure spring of life.

The cool September breeze whips through the trees

Showing all creation submitting to the creator’s authority.

I guess it was His grace that saw fit to overflow ever more on this day

To speak breathe into my thirsting lungs.

distance? no

one ride

two exuberant longings to fulfill one passion.

a giving it away

created wanting by the orchestral symphonic himself.

you seem so far away,

but your voice gets softer every day.

the immediate awe-struck intention of attention.

loud enough to pierce the ears of the mute and unconvienced.

who said we cant be?

exploding, like a flame in the dark.

too hot to handle

burned by the reflecting everglow.

CANT be contained

CANT be reserved

She has this effect that is simply……

unsurpassing to others.dis

captivating to behold

and all the while the same moon shines on our wandering hearts

as eyes meet in the stratosphere

and although distance seems to tear at us

the concluding affection is united

on a moonlight diaspora.

not enough…..

Time that was so short

but seemed like years

as the world stopped

when you were in my arms,

the distance could never seem too far

and your heart could never fall away

the fantasy poured into reality

making fairy tale a life

of one night and half a day

crowning a thirst mesmerized

speaking of the what lies ahead

uncertainty, of what might be

but, certainty of a determined desire

a smile that brightens a jet black room

sparks of what will be when finally set free

frenzies of life, animating a true parallel

of two second to none that no one can replicate

august evening street corner

chirping, echoes

two, very distinct rhythms

one, continuous carpet laying foundation

the other, powerful, distinct surges

glaring rays of radiance

casting shadows upon objects

setting the stage for vision and darkness,

which hides and lurks

yet all stems from a sole illumination

where does the side walk end?

it curves and bends

escorting me to my purpose

further and beyond seems like a dream.

maybe on day adventure will arise

coming and going

who knows occasion or desire

a means of the path

and suddenly its gone

rock,  compressed, unforgiving labyrinth

patches of stunning emerald in between

longing to stay, to meet, to know

temporal vacation ushers me back to security

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