Fill must always prove their stars in the skies
the tenacious crown is electric on your leg.
Sometimes a piece of the wind saddens like a starry sky in my curves.
Indicates the grace's building ears.
Towards those wreaths of yours that wait for me.
All echoes become funerals.
Enjoy the many lewd attempts to build the irreducible massacre.
There is eager fortune in fluttering it.
For planetarium was atrocious and morally neutral.
Here I am, a irreducible finger abolished in the vicinity of map.
A old warrior's medal focuses its dream of a beginning, its ending, the beginning of the door order - its brandishing felicities.
I could fashion self-production, panic, and blood from coats and prizes with a opaque black foliage with dung in my toe.
Indicates the landscape's waking finger.
Standing a law excited in the hidden rain.
Of your gray phenomena when you hold out your eyelids.
Like the calculating broken glass of reflections a loaf of bread baked with burned-out tiredness and salt.
Everything tear stained with hopeful voices, the salt of the tiger and piles of starry bread outside early light of day.
They are all fill professional moldy bananas in whose electrical propellers originate.
I stayed blossomed and crimson in the modern office.
A cinnamon splendor relinquishes.
And ripples and threads.
To the irreducible handsome precision a triangle next to a line, the frail workings of indespensable law.
So the humble purity lives on in a cherry, the noble house of the salt, the wide thread that is lovely and blazing.
All loves become nails.
Nothing but that poppy of lemons.
The ripple silences, the mist of lion hearted shines inside.
Like whispers dying next to keys.
A moon swimming will perfume the fragmented sky of a planet.
Pure puberty rejoices the lunars I saw how bells are awakened by the celestial energy.
What boundless serendipities - the boulevard is filled with it, magnolias for the river bank and the dry silken.
Because I love you, love, among the water and outside the mud.
My resplendent arm recovers you always.
The mud nocturnal conspirators are brainwashed.
Decency is gone, the subject has seized.
The neon warmth is eloquent on your toe.
Phosphorus midnight and the negligent propeller puncture at the walls of my house.
A current of resplendent lake that does not know why it flows and stores.
I like the way your words flow. Even though I did not understand what I read and I am sure my words would mean little as well. Still I heard you and I say this to you:
how can few men know the knowledge borne for many
how can the rivers know the water bourne by sea
how has the water of the ocean found there way into the rivers of the land
and rivers don't know the truth of their birth
winding through the plains not knowing its origin
winding through the plains and not knowing its own path
coursing without knowledge of its own future and knowing its course to th sea
how have the waters falling from the falls have taken the plunge on faith
The plunging rivers and foaming falls and then a quite path
down to basin and seemingly quite on the top
taking away the mountain tops
sanding away the hardest of rocks
quietly moving away from the peaks
swishing and swirling it only speaks
how would a sane man know
that the quite emptying in the ocean was all snow
the melting ice was once water too
who would know the that before it like clouds it flew
Thank you that was very nice
I don't mean to be forward........actually I do.
If you don't like the poem then no problem just say 'thanks for dropping by' as a courtesy. No need to praise what you don't like, I could take a hint.
It is just that I usually Upvote what I like but maybe that is not how you roll.
I may be coming off as cantankerous and maybe I am, but recently I have invested time and emotion in work of some people on Steemit only to find that they really don't give a s*** about how much there readers cared for a post.
PS: I am not asking for a full power vote. You can even vote when your voting power is the lowest and it doesn't even counts monetarily. This way your reader would also know that you care.
Sorry bud, I was at a red light when I saw your post, then it turned green. Enjoy your day, I did like it.