Collection Of Poems

In Youth.

Era of many exposure and insight.
The impulse of the physical senses.
Universal beauty and light.
Inherent flow of energy, to create in different perspectives.

A path on roots of ancient analysis.
Not much makes much o' good use.
Giving into sometimes its eventually crisis.
Hold still in stand for this lapse.

On and on again the call to adhere.
For the strange times that is invoke.
Seems to one; its nothing in there.
To a major degree tomorrow stands, its no joke.

Know you are in all cosmic possessionism.
Within your inner body, rich in warmly mechanism.