well I'm back into loving poetry again so here Goes
I call this one "A god's realization"
Never was there an eternal rendering
that we deemed unconquerable
Seeking soley her appreciation
absorbed in a web of Intimacy
I neglected my souRce
She was The life bearing atmosphere
to my arid and Rigged Void
Her moans were the winds
that resonated with fuzzy strokes from harps
these were orchestras of Angels
syncopated with the pulse of my heart
I watched silhouettes begin to dissipate
As Halos dissolved into A star
a Fever sat upon my forehead
as I saw what the climax had spawned A far
The serpents chattered
attacHing personal perspectives to the Miracle
I retracted within my spiral
and witnessed the blessed ratio
of which for the first time
I lay in stillness to observe
To my eyes
The foam's white reflection ran but remained stationary
Soothing was the sound of this water
rushing across soil and rinsed earth
I sat under The shade of myself
Observing my shadow
I was the leaves, I was the chirps
as well as the stridulations
I was everything
from the blades of grass to each grain of sand
and particles which make a man
I saw only reflections which Inlay What I am
This Truth poured in from source
Filling drains once lusting for recognition
Blinded, I was Chasing my perfect lover
Never seeing in this conception that I had created perfect love
I call this one "A god's realization"
Never was there an eternal rendering
that we deemed unconquerable
Seeking soley her appreciation
absorbed in a web of Intimacy
I neglected my souRce
She was The life bearing atmosphere
to my arid and Rigged Void
Her moans were the winds
that resonated with fuzzy strokes from harps
these were orchestras of Angels
syncopated with the pulse of my heart
I watched silhouettes begin to dissipate
As Halos dissolved into A star
a Fever sat upon my forehead
as I saw what the climax had spawned A far
The serpents chattered
attacHing personal perspectives to the Miracle
I retracted within my spiral
and witnessed the blessed ratio
of which for the first time
I lay in stillness to observe
To my eyes
The foam's white reflection ran but remained stationary
Soothing was the sound of this water
rushing across soil and rinsed earth
I sat under The shade of myself
Observing my shadow
I was the leaves, I was the chirps
as well as the stridulations
I was everything
from the blades of grass to each grain of sand
and particles which make a man
I saw only reflections which Inlay What I am
This Truth poured in from source
Filling drains once lusting for recognition
Blinded, I was Chasing my perfect lover
Never seeing in this conception that I had created perfect love
This pretty much inspired me to write
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