Inching Towards The Meaning

The prospect

For we are all prospectors

Of the heart

Such a calamity 

For we all calamitous 

At the start

That I evade

For we are all evasive

As we begin to part

Anyway I am thinking

I am fearing of never seeing you again

Although I am knowing

That longing is only a thought of pain

The person

For we are all personalities

Prose or verse

The conversation

For we are all conversationalists

Better or worse

The emotion

For we are all emotional

Cure or curse

Afterwards, when the words had left me

Bound again for your thinking

In that time, knowing it became clear

That those words, are words for the seeing

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That I could become

Contemplative and reclusive

From that you prevent me, or save me

However, the moods of the moment do take me

That I should go

Where my own thoughts doubt me

From there you shake me, not forsake me

However the moods of light, or dark, invade me

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Iron Scholes

With tacks on his lips

& a clog on the last

Lifetimes filled with memories

As you chose gloves

From your relatives past

The curve of the bend

At the top of the hill

Shoes to mend, bent over

I will him, ever to edge

Towards my cast

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Vales

In that rumbustious hour

Sat in a place founded

On vibrant mounds of desire

An engaging mind to scour

Thoughts gallop unbounded

Through vales of warm undulations

At one with the eternal flower of woman

All flights of fancy sensually resounded

Grounded, to find the definitive proclamations

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Questioning the Process

An ocean of rampant burning flames

Surging towards mountains & erupting volcanoes

This is the vibrant meditation, driven

An oscillation of madness before calm

Witnessed by the ringing, the constant racket

The head filled with nothing but echoes

Where in an instant peace may settle

Brought on, by the flowers watered fragrance

The day set out, with the hopes of her eternity

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

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