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A perpetual stream of sacred consciousness flowing ever and ever beyond planets and stars and even plenty of universe.
beacon of light to a hurting world in seek of solace to delve into one's emotions
a challenge to be free is a question of time my one solution is using my mind
Cascading metaphors in direct portion to the piece at hand within mere twilight
words can't express even with cadence the obvious of its simplistic stance
one in twain yet mark on a blotted page yet clearly intact
Poetry is deep inside me through tragedy one can easily see its sweet destiny
words can hurt it also can transform the notion of never looking back at the plow
a breath of fresh air in the rainbow of brilliance hearts will unfold
remember me in times such as these through my poetry
lines permeate a deeper heightened meaning of being
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Share with them your own memories & experiences
such as lucid dreams with hay some say it ought not be that way
a pull at the heart will light its inner spark to where I need to go
places with traces such as kings and queens
magestic ambiance to behold nature to relish its its vast brisk decorum
love is the mere essence of my existence learn to shun its resistance at every circumstance
When I was a child I used to dream dreams in my backyard. Of one day being with kings & queens and even a dragon to. I used to look up in the clouds and say to myself maybe someday. Now off the cuff, those many years have passed still I have every good reason in which to grasp of what a significant purpose I have on others lives. I used to hide away my feelings not easily expressed to anyone. Feelings come and go but this one thing is true love will last the true test of time. When I was broke down to my last thin dime faces still shined. Cause I have a pulse and a heartbeat. Yes ! I love Soundcloud and these are some of my magical collective thoughts for my adoring friends. No, I’m not perfect but I’m being perfected daily by Love the kind of love that will last forever truly to the end my heart to yours.
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"Cascading Metaphors" Poetry.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2022. Web. 27 May 2022. <https://www.poetry.com/poem/46466/cascading-metaphors>.