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Some days it is so hard to see clearly,
The stars seem to be pushing and pushing me to decide,
The cosmos pulling and pulling at the very fiber, that glues me together.
There is a trimodal force within my space focusing on my perceptions.
Uncontrolled it batters the very fragments that compose me,
Bending to the will of certain solar fluxes witch exhilarate Heaven and earth,
I find that I have more power in areas of enchantment,
Still as not to deceive myself I am pessimistic, and unresolved.
Searching for the perfect composition, that would to inspire souls to fly.
How to demonstrate ice crystals of grandeur, simply for another s pleasure,
Incomprehensible is this melancholy channel, type accommodation,
So perfect a day as if all the planets are perfectly aligned.
Painting causes such a creative spiraling esoterica, a place within witch to dwell,
My favorite disappointment is to get close to this place and miss it only by a breath,
Gilded by feelings that do not correspond to what is normal.
How can others appreciate where I need to go to become the artist that they love to know.
Come now to another dementia of creativity that will last forever!
Inspiration is not forth coming and at times must be stanched right from the space between worlds,
Today Mars is a very academic part of my where-with-all, I shall not make you believe that I believe in the stars, These words are God sent.
Meant only to attract traffic on this internet, so I can tell you of a glorious saving grace,
Enthusiasm I can muster anytime, desire I have in abundance,
Feel free to come again and participate in this boutique of happiness,
Nonthreatening and profound we shall be because I like to write the uncomprehending.
Judge me if it suits you, I care not. For I rise up into the mist in the sky,
And my head is not in the clouds yet but with any luck one day I will achieve the transformation,
To evolve, to become someone who is Christlike,
Demonstrating Love unconditionally given.
All the accumulated words till now when analyzed,
Only mean that I love you,
Saying anything less at this point is meaningless,
So I throw this out to all people in need and not.
How to get you to smell the enchantment of Chanel, with words,
To feel the caress of a gentle massage, how do you project this into someones senses with words,
Should I be able to interject feelings though symbolization then what to symbolize, There is not a great reward in the pepperjack excepting taste.
Don't look into the mist with objections, just accept that it resists,
Fondly remember all life teaches us,
Otherwise, how could you overcome adversity,
Someone I know said it this way the other day,
"Live, Laugh, Love... Uninhibitedly, Uncontrollably, Unconditionally".
So be it.
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