Sunday, April 20, 2014

No Candle Needed It's A Flame



Boisterously the pelt of totality,
 filling the gargantuan,
timing problematic paves each riddle,
in the vest of the shred.

Habit melds this open shot,
far beneath the close in trimmed,
buried deep certainly grave,
remembrance lends a darker save.

Wright my Mind in etched mow,
the lever is set,
a turning valve to let,
the finish know that beginning is ply.

The doors that slam are rammed,
the battering had a scan,
a look that peeks me still,
bitterly spilt.

Agast at the cavalierly peeled,
to ingest a kind of stripe,
tonal stroke,
communication became a lamp in echoing spake.

 Manifested future amongst the lingered mark,
forward thinking left a start,
the hide entertained the lark,
heavily loaded packed a tolling from the stark.

Deceptive trust fragility touch,
the hinder of a cusp,
cindered as the World beckons obtuse,
teaming plead to no I.

Battering cream to iced skill,
scoops of ladled mold,
a terrible pummeling to have receded for bettering a plum,
the apple in the orchard seed.

Vastly differing to flagrant expressive arms,
enhanced protective gear,
prepare yourself for life is dear,
lastingly a spur particular inure.

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