The frost begins to collect,
Over the mountain green,
With beasts wondering through,
Beauties never to be seen.
One can imagine holding something with such grace,
As journey's begin again,
Dozing without a purpose,
Crawling in the dark for mutiny.
Can one ever imagine the sparkles that hide in the sky that know one can ever see? The ones we all secretly hear as the single speck glows in the low tone of the wind. The vibe of how everything is now a different color as each passer by passes. The clomping stomps of man roam as the invisible hand extends toward the thing man will get to know.
The roar of monsters cry in the distance,
The red roses begin to droop,
The emptiness of the moment,
Fills one with fear.
Keeping the head of oneself held high,
They alone are coming now,
Seeing to it that they make you die,
The alone are marching now,
And they are weeping with sorrows of the forgotten lands of anew
There is a time when we have all felt the sink in the sole as the fearless come marching in; the powerful wander through; the mighty make wrath. But the truth that it is not fear that makes the thing in yourself drop. It is the fear of something you won't except because you push yourself too hard. One forgets yet again and again we depend on others for inspiration and when we do not reach their pedestal with one flying leap toward the unknown, it is in that moment when we fall.
Waves of something lie in the misty air,
The song of rest comes into play,
The sensation consuming,
The underlying note of the cause unknown.
Destiny meets with sky hand in hand,
Ready to enter the presumed fate,
Destiny meets with the rising grievances,
Controlling the temperament of the next outcome,
Only doomed to possibly benefitting yourself to something,
That only one can decide.
Wishing for Whimsy is overpowering the truths we are all forced to see and making sure that we are able to see the other things in life. Such as these thoughts are as valuable as seeing the dragon rise from the night sky, the siren affecting a new judgment, and the scary magic reaping the lost. Don't lose insight to what's out there that other's refuse ...
You might as well show them.
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Wishing for the Unforeseen
PoesieNo matter what's thought, poetry makes people think and thinking does something. It creates new horizons for anybody who just listens to the fluttering wings of thoughts. The thumping, and the feeling of the amazing. The wondrous flight of the new w...
