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Beauty Pools in My Heart - Collective Creations
Such beauty is bestowed in your poems
That beauty pools in my heart, that beauty is fantastic fluid in my eyes
I will channel Tibet and throat sing my songs in the October breeze
Every song will resonate, delicately absorbed in your eyes
Every word that isn’t in any form of known languages will resound in her chest
The songs that I sings are synthesized from his heart and spirit
Deep bass reverberates in their soul
Love is there, love is written in every letter of every word
She is his Bird of Paradise
As I have been inoculated, it is my duty to inoculate you as well
Sang in the depths of her topaz chest
As he danced, like he was possessed
The sacred songs were placed in his spirit, where they belonged
What was one word, what was in that very first spark
Is now thousands of volumes, non fictional chronicles of fantastic stories
A blossoming blaze, dissolving a haunting maze
Neither are crazy, both are crazy
Crazy for that long overdue embrace
She is his dreams, she is his destination, respectful destination, destined
Praying becomes more prevalent, focus becomes more prevalent
Patience is practiced, not worrying about cloudy clocks, or intimidating calendars
Can you feel me in your bones?
Know that I am with, you are never alone
Home is our garden
Your path is a garden of vitality
My path is a garden of vitality
I dance with Venus, as she spins me in a reasonable, a hopeful spiritual spiral
This spiritual spiral is the flower of life
Take my hand, I will guide you on this wondrous dance of life that continuously plants flowers
That enhances flowers, that enhances life, our soul
Enchanted enhancement
The rings of Saturn record our songs
He has tools to combat sadness, he will not stumble on the boulders off this chosen path
He is the path, the horizon is in his eyes
The lights that surround me, are lights that he holds, his light
He is ever so determined that the wind in his face will not break his stride
Even if his pace is to be retarded, he will be piggy backed on his shaman
His masterpiece has yet to be painted, but the brush has kissed the canvas
The brush is bonded to his hand
The brush is bonded to his bones
The River of Wait is also the river of progress
He is not alone in this battle, he will be there when the moon blesses us
Your poem is masterful. Your words penetrate deep in his collarbone. He does not want to feel like stranger. He is alive!
I will pour integrity into every verse I scribe, ever step I climb.
Such beauty is bestowed in your poems
That beauty pools in my heart, that beauty is fantastic fluid in my eyes
I will channel Tibet and throat sing my songs in the October breeze
Every song will resonate, delicately absorbed in your eyes
Every word that isn’t in any form of known languages will resound in her chest
The songs that I sings are synthesized from his heart and spirit
Deep bass reverberates in their soul
Love is there, love is written in every letter of every word
She is his Bird of Paradise
He will navigate himself, with help, his shaman is guiding him
When her lips eventually stop trembling
When her tongue is relaxed, she will be relocated
Two paths will become one path
The full moon cheers us on
Saturn’s ring’s will be our record player
The full moon is on October 28th
Will that be too soon?
Greed is a chair that is not at either table
He ceremoniously lights candles for never ending lights
Many candles are stronger that a single flame
He ceremoniously lights jasmine incense to be with her, until she is with her, until he is with her
He will paint exotic flowers on her more than attractive body
He will go to great lengths for her to accept her beauty
She must surely know that she is the most gorgeous angel he will ever encounter
Two songs will intersect and become one song
Two hearts will become one heart
Two sets of lips will become one lip
One soul cries to unite, one soul will smile with delight
He will never think it’s too late, she will think it’s early
He will be ready when she is ready
She will be steady when he is finished studying
Longing will become shorter
His heart needs her heart to be melted into one
He will never think it’s too late, she will think it’s early
He will be ready when she is ready
She will be steady when he is finished studying
Longing will become shorter
His heart needs her heart to be melted into one
Songs of rejoicing are packaged in my eyes
Books of ancient languages and styles of communication become clearer
The book is open, the songs are playing
The birds are in preparation, the nests are exhaustingly always being erected
Selections of songs are her, selections of songs are him
The bond is their song
The bond is their books
The bond is
The bond will always be
Us
As I have been inoculated, it is my duty to inoculate you as well
Sang in the depths of her topaz chest
As he danced, like he was possessed
The sacred songs were placed in his spirit, where they belonged
What was one word, what was in that very first spark
Is now thousands of volumes, non fictional chronicles of fantastic stories
A blossoming blaze, dissolving a haunting maze
Neither are crazy, both are crazy
Crazy for that long overdue embrace
She is his dreams, she is his destination, respectful destination, destined
Praying becomes more prevalent, focus becomes more prevalent
Patience is practiced, not worrying about cloudy clocks, or intimidating calendars
She is a most strong person, in his eyes, in his heart, she is
As he looks up to her with many regards
He will write himself messages as well
Messages that I shall float on the silver sea
Seeking strength in areas that have previously weaken him
He has a new peer, a new sponsor, a new friend
Guidance on this path with be more focused
Thunderous spiritual music has injected and activated
Momentum that will propel the traveler successfully
His tale is recast with infinite possibilities
Well I appreciate the forthright clarification
He most carefully removes those pesky purple roots
May she be comforted with a candlelit bath
Distributed with valerian root and verbenas
Classical music fills the atmosphere
As succulent sweet dragon tea steeps
He will tend to her feet to dress the wound with an althea leaf wrap
May she walk with relaxing relief and rest peacefully
He will wait
He will become the River of Wait
Freeing myself of all dead weight
Free
Will she be as he?
Sewing simplicity
Harvesting a bond when the bridge has finished construction
May this positive energy I send you be ample
With more pulses of ample energy
continuously radiating
Compensating
Truthfully he is slowed, a leg stuck in sorrow
Fear holding him back, stacked up like dark pancakes
He is distracted and sarcastic
To hide the depths of depression that stumbles his path
He loves making you laugh
What he knows will help him grow, as he trusts her
Does she trusts him?
She captivates him with her, and their possibilities
She can wrap him in sacred leaves until silence is broken
She knows that he will never leave
They both stop to bathe in Nepeta nectar
To let go of fear, no matter how far the transparent winding road narrows
Listen to the saffron sparrows call your name in the sunset
Listen to the crashing waves, follow the constant echos, when the moon is at its peak
Will you close your eyes?
I will close my eyes
Letting go of fear to complete this crucial leg of the journey
He prays her journey is abundantly positive and blessed with peace
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I don't know where the sunbeams end
And the starlights begin
It's all a mystery
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